My name is Pat aged, 30 and my wife, Marie and I had been married for a little over 10 years, having met, fallen in love, and married early, some would say prematurely, while we were still studying in university. Now 29 years old, she was still in exceptionally good shape, almost as trig and attractive as when I had low met her, not skinny but not fat ; a size 10 with 34C bust. She has longish silky brunet hair that descended just past her articulatio humeri. However as much as I had always wanted to and tried to get her to tog and behave more sexily, she always seemed to choose to dress somewhat conservatively, a little too conservatively for my gustatory sensation. She never dared to go without a bra and would always opt for comfortable but moderately two-piece style, rather than sexy step-in or flip-flop. Even if we went on holiday to Spain, she would opt for a sensible bathing suit or bikini and could never be cajoled into going topless, despite to the highest degree of the women around us on the beach baring their breast for all to enjoy.

Although our sex aliveness had been quite alive at 20, over the survive few years it had dwindled away and had become much less patronise and more predictable. I'd sometimes tried to liven up our sex biography and try to lure her into being more adventurous, but basically, she would do her best to void anything outside of a simpleton piece of ass once or twice a calendar month providing that I recognized the right minute, usually a few days before her period. Don't ask me why, but the famine of anything resembling a adequate sex-life had taught me to observant and pay attention to the nuances and small indication that sex might be available to me if I played my cards right. Endeavors to invoke her at other times were usually rejected, with one of her veritable excuse. Sex when it did happen was mostly in a peaceful 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 inquiry. In my versatile sweat to reignite our love-life, I had even tried to get her matter to in sharing a porn videos to liven up the family relationship a bit, but her interest or willingness to watch those was either met with contempt or were short-lived. There was one television, however, where the extend level was of a married woman who ended up having a brief confrontation with a stranger. I remember this because it stood out in my idea at that clip as she got much wetting agent than normal. Although not directly mentioning how conjure it had made her, I tried to crusade the boundaries on the uncommon occasions that we had sex and pursue the melodic theme of her having sex involving another man, but this was swiftly dismissed as"pure fable"and nothing that would ever be considered in real life.

She had always been a fairly light railroad tie and sometimes would wake during the night, but more recently had even started to take a dormancy anovulatory drug having been to the medico about her sleep trouble. Personally, I was never sure whether this was just to aid her excuses or whether she really had a problem, but they certainly seemed to pick apart her out cold and once at rest, nothing much would really wake her. I must confess that once I could be for sure that she was asleep, I would use this prison term to jerk off and relieve the pent-up tensity, mostly choosing to fantasize about spying on her with another man as he seduced her.

intellection back to my year in university, around the metre when I first started dating Marie, I had shared a flavorless with a guy named Paul. I was studying estimator science and Paul had pursuing a roast point in psychology and Biochemistry, which, at that prison term, I thought was pretty Weird. Now Paul was a great guy, a gentle bear of a man ; unfeigned, extremely saucy, with large sense of witticism. We quickly became the topper of friends. Unfortunately, somewhere along the lines his gene pool had let him down and he had ended up sharing more than a passing resemblance to Uncle suppurating sore from the Adams kin, due in part to his bulky size and a condition known as alopecia universalis, which apparently had rendered him completely bald, without either brow or cilium. He seemed to demand a unearthly delight in frequently donning a long brown coat and adopting a creepy facial expression, making people stare as he did his outdo to convert them that he was indeed the real Uncle Fester. Sadly, these unfortunate characteristic meant that he never really managed to retain a"real"girlfriend. trusted, he had plenty of female person friends, but nearly seemed unwilling to look past his outer appearance and go the redundant footfall to become classed as his lady friend. However, knowing him so well and the real individual, he became a faithful acquaintance to both me and Marie.

After graduation exercise, Alice Paul and I had gone our split elbow room ; I had become a computer programmer and Apostle of the Gentiles got a emplacement doing something that he described as"a enquiry troupe ”. He never was too specific about that nature of his work apart from labeling it as"various kinds of research ”.

For the commencement match of class after Saint Paul and I graduated, Paul would drive over every few calendar month or so and we'd all go out together for a few drinks and a repast. Marie had kind of adopted him in her own way, accepting him as a harmless but confining acquaintance, who she genuinely seemed to care about. She felt sorry for him and had even tried to tempt some of her female friends to look past his outer façade of creepiness and go out with him. Sadly, but predictably, these valorous elbow grease to abstract him up with someone rarely survived past more than than a semi-awkward first date.

Sometimes, on rare occasion I would notice Paul checking Marie out, giving her a glancing looking at that lingered just a footling too long, as his optic took in the profile and particularly her shapely breasts, especially if for some rationality or other, Marie's nipples ( unknown to her ) had started to get vaguely noticeable through her bra, but to his citation, he never overstepped the edge and to be honest I never minded him looking ; I always figured there was no harm in him looking and it sort of disport me. It was obvious to me that in some way of life he fancied her too.

Anyway, leaving memories of university life behind and returning again to the current time, it had been more than a few years since we'd last seen Paul. Over time we'd basically gone our separate agency, having established our respective calling in different cities. However, out of the blue one Nox we got a phone call option. Marie answered and appeared happy to inform me that it was a call from Paul. He was calling to say that he would be traveling to our town over the weekend for a work-related sojourn on Monday and suggested we go for a drink and a repast together like old times. Without hesitation we eagerly accepted, and both looked forward to catching up with him and freely offered our plain way instead of him having to stay at a hotel.

When Friday finally arrived, we were preparing to go out, Marie returned to the bedroom having taken a shower and washing her tomentum in a fairly plain white T-shirt bra and panties with a pinko lacy front board and trim. She never seemed to be prosperous being completely naked in front of me anymore, but that was lifespan and I was becoming resigned to it. She pulled on a distich of dark stay-up stockings that had the elasticated superlative and would rest up themselves without any form of suspenders. Being still winterish, she slipped her mind and blazon through a white ribbed turtle-neck sweater, pulling it down as it clung to her body, before stepping into a royal blue mid-length, A-line skirt that came to just above her knees and a scant white half-slip underneath. Nothing really sexy there, but it went together well as an outfit and really, she looked honest in it ; the stretchy sweater clung to her complementing the silhouette of her bosom, her drear brunette hair's-breadth cascading down over her shoulders in a way that contrasted nicely against the whiten perspirer. This getup had always been one of my personal favorite because I loved the way it accentuated her figure.

Right on time the buzzer chimed and there was Paul ; like us, a few pounds heavier, but not so bad given his sizing and of course a few years older than the last time we'd seen him, but looking past that, he was the basically Saame great guy. Following on from the initial greeting and pleasantries, we headed out, calling a minicab to take us into town to a popular pub and eatery. The evening was just like the old 24-hour interval and time slipped by easily. We obviously had a lot to catch up on and chatter about and both Marie and I wondered how his career was developing and in specific Marie was more interested in his societal animation or rather his dating life sentence had developed since leaving university. Sadly, it seemed not to accept changed so much, with no one notable kinship Charles Frederick Worth mentioning in his life. I was genuinely saddened and frustrated for him ; he was a good guy and deserved better, despite his slightly unusual show. With not having to repel, the drinks flowed pretty steadily too. It was unusual for Marie to imbibe much these twenty-four hour period, being usually skillful to go with just one Gin and Tonic, but on this special night, Saint Paul was clearly enjoying our renewed pub night and for some cause seemed to be enjoying trying to get Marie tipsy ; Despite her halfhearted protest, he would insist on keeping her glass refilled, returning from the bar with doubles whenever her meth neared empty. By 10:00pm all three of us were surprisingly well on the way to being Sir Thomas More than a picayune intoxicated but as no one had to drive we really didn't care too a great deal.

Soon thereafter, having had our fill of the pub, we called a cab to take us back to place. By the clip we reached home it was around 11:30pm but although the night was still relatively Whitney Moore Young Jr., our days of partying until breakfast next day as scholarly person were clearly well behind us ; instead we opted to relax and watch a pic on the tv and of path to have another drink. Marie was in an unusually well-chosen mood, mostly from the drink, and volunteered to put together some bite together as I grabbed a duo of beers from the electric refrigerator and poured her another somewhat generous G & T.

As I was pouring her crapulence, I noticed Marie submit a glass of pee and, out of substance abuse I guess, popped one of her sleeping pills from the foil pack. It had become an almost ritual routine for her to do this each night around 11pm. I didn't recall too much about it, but with all the boozing we'd had I doubted that she would even demand her medication. If she had been a little less drunk, she probably would have 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 alcohol would affect it.

Returning to the waiting area, Alice 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 place at the end on the sofa.

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

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

"…well, I shouldn't tell you, actually I could get fired and regretful, I could even get sent to prison ”. He paused for what seemed the longest prison term before continuing, but I've known you long enough to believe you like a sidekick, so I guess there's no veridical harm, but you have got to keep what I tell you a underground ”.

"wellspring, I have been working on the development of a new, or at to the lowest degree an raise reading of a character of psychotropic drug, whose primary function is to rapidly induce a mysterious and receptive soporific state. It's kinda hush stillness and seems that let's say"has uses that sealed covert bodily process might detect helpful ”.

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

"Actually…"he continued"… hallucinogenic plant life have been used in tribal cultures for years to induct trance like state in rite - that's not really hypnosis, but so-called shaman have been using them for long time even as far back as the Epistle of Paul the Apostle to the Romans ”.

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

"You can think of it in a variety of way where something exchangeable happens when you 're nodding off to sleep and hand that twilight state where you 're in between consciousness and nap. Basically, there's almost an infinite bit of neural circuits and we've been researching and how to pull strings them… things that govern how the brain responds to province like reverence, anxiety, scourge and economic crisis, etc.

"Some chemicals disrupt assiduity and gain it more difficult to perform high-functioning job. Telling a lie actually needs concentration so People need to rivet more in order to think up a lie… when we disrupt their ability to suppose clearly it is harder for them to tell a lie. Other drugs such as Sodium pentothal such as were previously withdrawn because they triggered untrue memories, while drugs such as Scopolamine used to be widely used but it was withdrawn because it also wiped a content 's memory clean so they knew nothing about what they said after waking up ”.

"What we've done is basically re-engineered these chemical to calibrate and fuse the side force so that instead of fictitious computer storage, when administered appropriately we can implant memory board we want them to have and yet still be wipe them of any memory of this being done to them ”.

He paused again

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

"I'm leading a team that's been genetically manipulating the plants that naturally produce these chemicals and now we've been able to direct the chemical substance into a more concentrated and actually more powerful mannequin that work more effectively and also in both directions"

"what do you mean… both charge ?"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 false retention to subconsciously imbed info that they accept as truth, I mean like our own truths. In early words what we tell them becomes firmly but subconsciously ensconced in their own brain 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 kinds of dangers from the wild possibilities like commercial enterprise executive director being kidnapped and drugged to manipulate or interfere with business tidy sum or political figures to step in in elections ; the tilt of possibleness seemed endless.

"if we can get inscrutable enough into citizenry's minds, it's even potential to be in effect in counter-terrorism, such as being able to implant and build up up substitute facts and ideologies, which the recipient of the drug will accept as Truth, with the possibilities of turning even the most temper terrorists against their own incline ”. Saul continued…

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

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

“'sorry guy, lol I remembered that I had to take my Master of Education"she responded, doing her best to stabilise herself as our night of drinking was obviously still affecting her far more than she imagined.

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

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

Taking reward of her somewhat beatify but unexpectedly open humour, I tentatively put my arm around her and to my surprisal she leaned against me and cuddled into me. I half smiled in innate reflex as my mind toyed with the estimation that maybe I'd even be in fate tonight.

With my spare deal I grabbed the remote and started flicking through various movie duct on the tv, pausing momentarily on each to see what was playing, we agreed that as usual they weren't overly stimulating and the selection was somewhat bound, finally settling for a rerun of"hangover ”. Somehow, although it had already started, it seemed to be innocuous and gently appropriate given our own increasing stratum of inebriation.

Time passed as we worked our way through our potable, while Paul changed subjects and reverted back to chatting about less piece of work related topics and bantered freely about our fourth dimension at university, recounting various tale of him scaring kid with his Uncle suppurating sore antics, breaking off only to laugh from time-to-time at the unfold series of consequence on the movie.

With her right shoulder pressed into me, my left arm extended across Marie's shoulders, hanging over her left berm, her tomentum pooling over it. I started to delineate my digit around the dorsum of her ear and neck, caressing her lightly in a way that she used to like in our early 24-hour interval of dating, and would never flunk to give her goosebumps on her neck and arms. More usually these days, even I was lucky enough for her to be so romantically inclined to nuzzle into me, she would brush my hand away and just kick that it tickled.

Anyway, on this occasion the flurry of goosebumps that I could feel under the crest of my fingerbreadth didn't seem to bother her unduly. I realized that her external respiration had changed and that in fact she had already fallen asleep, presumably from the exacerbating upshot of inebriant on her sleeping pills ; a fact that I found quite amusing.

Feeling both a petty 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 quietus and hopefully might just ameliorate my opportunity 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 joint relax so that my hand flopped down and came to lie with my finger's breadth loosely resting on her breast. I could rely I felt her pap had hardened below the perspirer and lightly padded bra. Feeling encouraged, I tentatively encircled the synopsis of her nipple, brushing it gently with the nail of one finger.

Around that time, I glanced over to Alice Paul to gloss about her falling deceased when I noticed him watching her. I was about to speak when he caught himself and quickly returned his gaze to the tv clearly trying to keep off looking in our direction. I looked down and saw the understanding for Paul's stare ; even though she was wearing a bra, her pap were clearly distending the cloth of her bra and perspirer.

"Haha, it 's ok Apostle Paul, I don't creative thinker you looking"I said almost jokingly,"I know you've always had a matter for Marie ”. Paul's boldness was a picture, flushing red from cheek to ear. I'm pretty sure as shooting he was wished I hadn't noticed him staring at Marie's mamilla and wanted the ground to variety of unfold up and withdraw him right around that moment. He determined to head off eye contact, instead fixing his gaze on the tv, while offering a string of apologies.

"Seriously, it's mulct Paul the Apostle, really I don't mind. I'm certain Marie might object if she knew my best acquaintance was staring at her pap, but she seems to be into a deep quietus right now ”.

Paul sheepishly looked over in our counsel and mischievously I cupped her breast firmly and pinched her nipple through the textile bed between pollex and forefinger.

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

Paul laughed and almost choked at my directness.

"Seriously ?"Paul 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 tits, so go ahead, take care all you want… admit it that you'd fuck her given half a probability"

Alice Paul gave me a questioning look, trying to decide whether it was condom to respond to my line of questioning. It took a minute 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 thought of another man fucking Marie turns me on like crazy. I guess it's just that she's so unadventurous and conservative these sidereal day. I wish she'd loosen up, but it's like she's lost pursuit in sex ”.

My psyche by this decimal point was starting to see other possibility for the study that Paul had been doing but based on what I'd already read about hypnosis I was still skeptical about whether what Paul was telling me would turn or not.

As I continued to play with Marie's knocker, squeezing her nipples harder, I tried to airt the conversation back to this enquire drug he'd been talking about."I always have read that things like hypnosis can only arrive at hoi polloi do what they naturally would do, not like make them do stuff that they didn't believe in ”. I countered with this nugget of world information.

"that's just the thing ”, Paul continued undeterred by my skepticism,"what I was working on is how to ca-ca the drug substantial and more effective, I mean really take the person to a all other level where we can implant trace and exchange even strong personal or socio-cultural barrier, religious beliefs, even question their own mother."

"are you bullshitting me ?"I was still skeptical

"Not at all !"reaffirmed St. Paul,"once a hypnotism is implanted, it is so deeply seated in their subconscious that it basically supersedes any previously established certainties. The beauty is that they are totally unaware that it's been done to them ; we can even implant trigger phrases in their subconscious to trigger them into remembering our mesmerism or wiping their retention of consequence and forgetting thing ”.

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

"That doesn't distinguish me why you're up here on what you described as a business trip"… my creative thinker was conjuring up the possibilities of some mysterious group operating covertly in my belittled town.

"Let's just say I'm get together with some important customers to exhibit how the drug deeds and we'll leave it at that ”.

At that minute, albeit somewhat unsurprisingly reticent, Apostle of the Gentiles turned his aid from the picture and returned his gaze to the slow rhythmic rise and dip of Marie's chest as she breathed.

Knowing that my safe friend was staring at my overly reserved married woman's tits had the storm effect on me ; I was definitely getting a kicking out of this. I adjusted the status of my hand and started to swipe the protruding teat with the tip of my finger's breadth, to my delight it felt like it was swelling even further and becoming harder, clearly protruding. Paul's cheek was a depiction, his eyes riveted to the clear grounds of my wife's nipples.

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

His obvious enjoyment in what he saw was evident from the flush of color in his case, which was not be entirely attributable to the beverage as well as the tent rising in his pants. I continued to pull off Marie's mammilla, enjoying not only their answer, but also getting an immense kick out of Saul of Tarsus's obvious enjoyment to being freely able to appear at them and observe like a dependable voyeur.

I froze and quickly lifted my fingerbreadth slightly from directly touching Marie's nipples as she briefly started to move and gnarl, worried that she would inflame and then I would have to look her anger for touching her like that in front of Paul. I waited a moment, but she was just stirring naturally ; her breathing confirming that she was still in a bass nap, no dubiousness the answer of her cocktail of alcohol and sleeping pill.

feel reassured that it seemed less potential that she was about to suddenly wake up and doom me to a living of netherworld, and also feeling somewhat adventuresome I decided to up the wager of this piffling adult dangerous undertaking a step further.

I continued to toy with and pinch her tit but slip my unblock helping hand down over her second joint and gently slid between her knee, managing to role them just enough to give me more access, her knees falling to each side. St. Paul's gaze immediately lowered to her peg, where it was obvious that he could see right up her subject skirt, past her stay-up stockings, and all the way to her white and knock lacy panties. My own growing erection twitched involuntarily.

I pulled her knees far apart, making certainly to give Paul a clearer view straight up Marie's skirt.

"sooo ”, I drew a intimation and hesitated, still a small queasy about continuing, but my hormones and imagination seemed to somehow find the courage."…you have sample distribution of that stuff with you ?"I continued, almost in astonishment that such an amazing drug was here under my own roof and not secured in some bunker a century floors below ground.

"haha, actually yeah, I do, I brought several Department of State just in case one wasn't enough during the demonstration… I think you could draw it as ‘ an abundance of forethought'like the politician keep over-using on the tv ”, he smiled at his own wit, I guess as a way of deflecting from his feelings of uncertainty that were looming given the instruction of our conversation.

As I continued to mesmerize him by playing with Marie's breast, I went on to explicate the ins and outs and shortcoming of our declining and somewhat sexless relationship and the tensions that had created.

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

"more than than that I guess, I want to see how far I could demand this, maybe even to control what she does and with who… like a controllable slut. Actually, that's so far from who she is as a soul, I form of doubtfulness that even the potent drug could not achieve that ”.

Paul raised an eyebrow as he looked directly at me."I think you underestimate what it can do"

"Can it be triggered by me so I can control it without her knowing ?"I asked, trying to sympathise the replete scope of the possibilities that were unfolding before me.

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

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

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

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

Apostle Paul slideway into topographic point and raising his arm as I had previously, I carefully released her to lean against him and took his space in the armchair. Paul's stretched out his arm and draped it across her shoulders in often the Same way as I had been doing but held back, his fingers not daring to touching her. I gestured to him again, trying to reassure him it was ok and finally he lowered his hand to roost on her breast. The sight of him holding her and touching her breast turned me on greatly and I could feel the inclemency in my cock straining against my pants.

Gradually he allowed himself to allude and feel her breasts, playing with her extended mammilla as they protruded through her bra and sweater in a similar way. Judging from the bulge in his pants, Paul already had a raging erection that was twitching to the full point where I was pretty sure that he was likely to cum inside his drawers. I gestured to him to lift her perspirer, so after a minute or two his free hand went to the can of her sweater and gradually eased it up revealing the pallid cutis of her tum but stopping curt of raising it further. Once again, I gestured to him to wind it further and after another interruption, he raised it above her jumper revealing her bra. Despite the way they were shielded by the slight padding, her pap were clearly intemperate. I loved the idea that he was touching her chest and especially as she had no real idea about it ; my warped desires were definitely getting the honest of me.

With one arm behind her neck and her bridge player resting on her breast, Apostle Paul continued fingering her nipple through her bra while his other hand cupped and massaged her former boob. He was starting to relax and soon becoming increasingly daring, slipping his handwriting in the top of her bra to massage her nipple directly. He looked over in my focusing, smiling and tried to perpetrate her tit out from the confines of her bra, her mamilla popping over the top.

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

I smiled as Alice Paul slid his spare hand slowly up her thigh… her blue wench and trip bunching against his forearm as he reached further up her leg to the softness of her exposed peel on her second joint. He stroked her skin softly getting closer and closer to her pantie. slither his hand further and pressed a finger through the fabric to her genital organ, tracing the slit and searching for her button, he started to apply pressure and rub gently. I swear I heard her moan. I watched mesmerized as he slid his digit around the loosely elasticated leg of her scanty, slipping his digit inside and working them through the soft strands of her pubic hair before gently parting her purulent lips. In the luminousness from the tv I could clearly see the glistening of wetness from her the inner folds they easily lubed his fingerbreadth. Paul the Apostle continued fingering her and detrition and pausing momentarily, he withdrew his hand and held up his fingerbreadth to render me. He slid his hand back into her step-in and cupped his hand over her mound and slipped first one and then a secondment finger inside, reaching to massage her interior and out. She moaned softly again in her sleep, her body still responding to the physical contact despite her being almost comatose.

I do n't get it on why, maybe I am just evident kinky, but watching Saul of Tarsus 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 heart-to-heart mouthed at my offering,"of class I want to, I'd be insane to say no, I can't think of any guy who'd say no to an offer like that"…"it's just that, idk, it just seems so amiss ”, he retorted, but I could evidence he wanted to too.

"then go for it… fuck her ... I want to see you fuck her"I added more assertively ; the estimate of seeing her having another man's cock in her kitty-cat was beyond exciting for me, even though she was in no res publica to consent.

"OMG, Pat, that seems so haywire"Paul responded cagily"what if I get her pregnant ? ”. Paul clearly wasn't so drunk that he would throw all caution to the current of air.

"Really, I don't care… it's no problem to me, in fact the risk of that just makes it better"..."we've been planning a folk so actually she's not on the pill, but it hasn't happened for us so far ”, I continued. The drunkenness and the moment had clearly made me lose all my sense and my ability to think rationally about future tense consequence but to a greater extent than that, the simple estimate of her getting fraught to someone else really made me demented. It was like the ultimate drug.

Paul maneuvered himself out from underneath, taking her straits and shoulders and gently lowering her school principal to the cushion before taking her ankle and laying her branch out along the sofa, making sure to part them.

Paul, by now had his rock-hard cock and was slowly pumping it with one hand. His cock was characterized by quite a pronounced bulbus head, which in some ways even seemed disproportionate to the thickness of his scape, which was far from slender and I assessed as slightly longer than my own. Clearly whatever his DNA lacked in regard to his alopecia, it had generously made up for in his strong-arm attributes. Paul's eyes locked on the vision 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 butt, and sliding them down her peg, lifting one foot out, leaving them dangling from the ankle of the other.

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

"yes"I retorted emphatically.

Saint Paul climbed onto the couch between her leg, which he lifted one by one, placing her ankle joint over each shoulder and lined the pass of his dick between the backtalk of her pussy. He looked back at me one Sir Thomas More sentence before pushing forward into her. He moaned, enjoying the tight, warm, yet naturally greased pussy of my wife and started to ease deeper into her with each accident. He could barely stop himself. Marie's twat wrapped around his cock, taking in his bulbus oral sex and sealing pixilated around his pecker. She groaned clearly feeling him penetrate her but still not enough to excite her from her sleep. He started to slowly and rhythmically get laid her.

Paul managed a passionate"OMG, her pussy feels so puzzle ”, as he bottomed out thick in Marie's pussy…"I just care she was awake and wanting to do this herself ”. He grunted a few 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 fuck her.

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

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

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

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

Paul climbed off the sofa and standing over her head, squeezed out the finis drop-off onto her partly opened mouth."Waste not want not"he quipped, clearly more relaxed.

"dam Saul of Tarsus, you came so fast… move out the way Paul.. my turn ”.

After pulling his pants back on, Paul the Apostle took my spot in the armchair and watched as I moved over to her and stood over her foreland, wanking furiously, only lasting moments before I shot my load all over her face and hair. Bra and sweater. I had no idea how I was going to clean her up, but at that moment that was the utmost thing on my mind. roach of cum exploded from me, shooting over her lips, center, into her whisker, and over her bureau. She looked like a add up slut.

I looked at my innocent married woman and the trail of cum that now had started seeping into her sweater and bra and was trickling in a little run down the side of her look. She looked so sexy laying there.

"wow !"I exclaimed as I took in the visual modality of my cum-covered, sleeping married woman, my legs impression like every ounce of energy had been drained from them. She looked like a erotica star but so much better.

"That was beyond amazing"I said.

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

"I have an idea… maybe we could political platform her to bonk you,"

I was about to remain when Saint Paul interrupted me.

"hold on a moment, one affair at a sentence, this isn't snap your finger's breadth or flick a switch and suddenly Marie turns into a nymphomaniac"

Paul gave me one of his professional faces again, making sure I was paying sufficient attending to the sincerity of his explanation before elaborating his plan.

"showtime off, I will give to give her a stimulant to get the best the effects of the deglutition and the sleeping pill she took ”."She's going to rouse up, not totally, but I can't be certainly that she won't get hysterical when she realizes what we've just done to her ”.

"Then we need to deal a pocket-size injection that will act like a Truth serum. We'll use the gist of that to unveil her feelings, mentation, and belief basis or morals, so that we know what we have to work with and overcome ”.

"The terminal pace will then require another injection to change her body politic and open her mind to replace those thoughts with the ones we want her to have and the store we want to plant, including any idiom you want to use to re-invoke the deep receptive state that she would be in whenever you feel necessary ”.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this ? ”. Paul looked at me with all seriousness.

By now my bosom was pounding with all the theory that my perverted imagination was subject of coming up with."Totally indisputable Paul, absolutely, go for it ”.

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

"yes ! ”, I replied insistently.

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

"Now, this first off shot will just lift her out of her sleep-state, just enough for her to be reactive, although she will probably be confused. Moments later, I will give her a slam of the first drug to make her more antiphonal to questioning and assure her reaction 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 thwart with what I considered to be Saint Paul being over cautious. I knew he was also unsure about what we were planning to do, but we'd been friends long enough to trust each other explicitly.

He leaned over and inserted a little, fine needle into her cervix and carefully emptied the contents of the syringe into her lineage stream.

"This will be like a ambition res publica for her, physically unable to move, but conscious enough to translate and answer questions ”.

Within seconds Marie started to budge, stretching and rubbing her center. She was clearly starting to wake as the spinal column of her mitt rubbed cum across her look. She stared at it, clearly confused about its wet slimy texture.

Just as she was about to question her billet, Paul administered the second shot and almost instantly she drifted into a somewhat dazed res publica, no longer paying attention to what she had found or her state of undress.

Paul the Apostle waited a few moments, signaling me to rest quiet.

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

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

"what's your name ?"…"it's important that we constitute some mainstay detail, some reality for her to hold on to"

"lol you know my public figure Saul of Tarsus, I'm Marie"

"That's right, your friends call you Marie, only mass who call you Marie are your protagonist, early people call you Mrs Templeton"

"Yes, that's correct"

"So, you trust your friends Marie ?"

"Mostly, yes, of course I trust them"

"Good, it's authoritative to be able-bodied to trust your friend"

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

"Yes"

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

"Yes, you're a very good friend"

"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 blank space to be, zero bad happens to you here does it Marie ?"

"Yes, I love my menage, home is a good shoes to be"

"So you're in a safe 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 habitation with my husband and a near supporter"

"So, you do n't mind answering a few interrogation, 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 lilliputian horny"

"Do you like that feeling Marie ?"

"Yes"

"Do you often feel horny Marie ?"

"sometimes"

"How often ?"

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

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

"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 masturbate ?"

"Yes"

"do you have illusion ?"

"yes"

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

Marie paused again

"secret sex"

"you mean having sex in hole-and-corner so no one else knows ?"

"yes"

"who don't you want to have a go at it ?"

"My married man"

"why do you not want your hubby to know ?"

"I don't want to injure him"

"does the idea of having sex in hugger-mugger excite you ?"

"yes"

"so, where do you masturbate ?"

"In the bathtub"

"Why do you fuck off in the bath ?"

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

I looked quizzically at Paul as I tried to swallow my pride yet remained infinitely odd about the unfolding brainwave into my wife's sexual habits.

"Why don't you want Pat to know that you fuck off ?"

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

"Because he might want sex"

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

"Sometimes"

"I get fag, I get atmospheric pressure at work and home and just can't be bothered with it ”.

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

"yes"

"are you on birth control condition Marie ?"

"No"

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

"because we might be lucky and initiate a folk ?"

"do you need to get fraught ?"

Marie hesitated for what seemed like the recollective prison term

"It's not that I want to, but if it happens it happens"

"does the risk of getting fraught scare you ?"

"no"

"do you like taking peril"

"yes"

"why do you like taking danger ?"

"exciting"

"would having unprotected sex be a risk ?"

"yes"

"would having unprotected sex with someone be exciting ?"

"yes"

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

"Yes"

I was shocked by this revealing, my mind rapidly racing through the possible action of who my wife had given blast line of work to.

"when was that ?"

"when I was in high shoal"

"Did you like to suck his peter Marie ?"

"No !"the no was somewhat emphatic

"why do you not like to draw his cock ?"

"it made me gag"

"did he cum in your mouth ?"

"Yes"

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

"No"

"so if a guy cums in your back talk, 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 entail, Marie ?"

Marie was clearly struggling between revealing her darkest enigma only known to her, which were safely locked away in the most secret persona of her judgment and the sinewy effects that this drug was clearly having on her.

"In a way, yes"

"Did you have secret sex with someone ?"

She hesitated again…

"yes"

"When was that Marie ?"

"in conclusion year"

I looked on, stunned that she had actually had a intimate affair with somebody, 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 adventuresome with sex, not go and run off with some creep and end up divorcing from me.

"Who was the function with ?"

"Robert"

"and who is Robert ?"

"a guy at oeuvre"

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

"Did you find it exciting ?"

"yes"

"did you send ikon of yourself to Henry M. Robert ?"

"Yes"

"were you dressed in these pictures ?"

"No"

"So, he saw you naked in the pictures ?

"yes"

"how did that make you feel ?"

"Naughty"

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

"yes"

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

I gestured Apostle of the Gentiles to go on.

"did you give birth sex with him ?"

"No"

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

"I felt guilty"

"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 intercept talking to Henry M. Robert ?"

"Because I didn't want to anguish Pat"

"So it's over now ?"

"Yes"

I realized that I had been holding my breath through these Apocalypse and finally breathed yet another sigh of relief.

"Do you like Apostle Paul ?"

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

"Yes, Saul is our friend"

"Do you think Paul is sexy ?"

Marie giggled

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

Paul smiled and winked at me

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

"Yes, I trust Saul"

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

"I would finger awkward"

"Why would you sense awkward ?"

"because he's a friend"

"Do you care guys to look at your breasts ?"

"not really"

"do you recollect you have near breasts ?"

"they are ok"

"What size of it are your titty Marie ?"

"34C"

"and do you always wear a bra ?"

"yes"

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

"because guys would stare"

"and how would that make you experience ?"

"uncomfortable"

"why does it cause you feel uncomfortable ?"

"because my tit get hard"

"do you think of that turns you on ?"

"yes"

"would that be wrong ?"

"yes"

"How would you experience if Alice Paul saw you not wearing a bra ?"

"shy"

That was my conservative Marie

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

"Because he might get turned on"

Paul seemed to be content with that resolution and gestured to me that it was clock time to evanesce him the future syringe.

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

"Yes"

"You know they won't suffering you ?"

"Yes"

"Now you are going to feel a fiddling prick, but you will understand that you are perfectly safe"

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

Saul of Tarsus took the indorsement syringe and deftly gave a shot into her neck opening, massaging the spotlight with his thumb. He waited a consequence as Marie stopped talking and she visibly slumped into the cushion with a glaze look.

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

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

Paul lifted each palpebra in spell and took her pulse.

After a moment or two, satisfied that the mo drug was now working he continued.

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

"no response"

"do you listen me Marie ?"

"yes ”, her voice responded somewhat weakly.

"You're in a sorry blank space, but you feel relaxed, comfortable, and surreal place, you feel safe because you're with admirer"

"Whenever you hear Pat or Paul's voice when you're in this shadow, relaxing and well-off place it will do you feel prophylactic"

"ok"

"Whenever you hear Pat or St. Paul speak the speech ‘ Marie, sleepytime'you are going to immediately come back to this sullen place. This shadow, comfortable, relaxing and dependable property and your mind will be open to everything the voice tells you ”.

"Do you understand ?"

Marie nodded, uttering an almost innaudible"yes"

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

"Yes"

"and when your husband uses the countersign ‘ Marie reboot'you will blank out everything that has happened from before those words and your late memories from before tonight will return… other memory board will seem like just a distant pipe dream, fleeting and artificial, just your resource playing tricks on you… do you understand ?"

Marie remained soundless for a few instant

"yes"

"and when your hubby or I tell you"Marie, wake up ! ”, your judgment will climb out of its deep sleep and feel as if you just dozed off a few arcminute ”.

"Now listen to my phonation carefully Marie, I am going to differentiate you some of import thing that you need to call up"

"OK"

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

"yes"

"Instead you will remember that you have been exchanging email with Saul of Tarsus and chatting to him online."

"What have you been doing ?"

"I have been chatting with our friend Paul online"

"Your conversations with Saint Paul have become more intimate and you can commend enjoying Paul's emails"

"You feel excited that Paul is being sexual with you"

"how would it pretend you find to send out au naturel pictures to Paul ?"

"excited"

Marie flushed a little red.

I saw Paul had his hired hand once again up her skirt and was gently rubbing her clitoris, giving her a physical input to reinforce the way Paul had her feeling.

"You will pop out to find yourself feeling to a greater extent and more horny whenever you are around Paul"

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

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

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

"yes"

"How do you sense about Paul ?"

"I want to experience sex with him"

"Energy that idea excite you ?"

"Yes"

"you can't wait to find his prick inside you"

"Yes"

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

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

Paul looked at me shocked, his eyes quizzing me for house of uncertainty from me.

"Are you sure ?"he mouthed to me ? I nodded reveling in the hormone triggered by the heightened endangerment that we'd be taking, but the theme of St. Paul knocking her up was itself another major crook on for me.

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

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 fraught"Marie said, managing some lowly remnant of electrical resistance

"Marie, you know that you might get pregnant but in fact, the risk of getting fraught growth your hullabaloo and makes you even more corneous"

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

"excited"she mumbled

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

"yes"

"when Paul seed in you, how will it make you feel"

"a bit mark"

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

"excited"

"when Paul cums in you, you will also orgasm, the strongest orgasm you've ever felt"

"you will be athirst for that type of sexual climax, in fact you will happen 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 sense bad, do you ?"

"no"

"You want him to bask your renewed tactile sensation of being horny"

"yes"

"so you are going to jack off every day because you will feel ruttish every day"

"how often will you masturbate Marie ?"

"Every day"

"that's right… and time to come you will not enshroud the times when you masturbate, in fact you will masturbate more openly, and only when your husband is in bed next to you"

"where will you jerk off 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 find comfortable sleeping bare"

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

"I will feel delicately about it"

"will you enjoy him admiring your torso ?"

"yes"

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

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

"yes"

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

"Yes"

"And you will bulge to savour giving blow-jobs, in fact you want to be good at giving blow Book of Job and will desire to practice every day"

"yes"

"What will you require to practice every day ?"

"to give blowjobs"

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

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

Paul looked up in my instruction

"Anything else ?"Alice Paul mouthed to me, his expression letting me know that we have more or less done enough for now and seeking my license to fetch up the reprogramming.

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

Paul grinned and continued with his terminal set of bidding for the day.

"from now on you will feel uncomfortable wearing a bra, you prefer a more cancel feeling. You enjoy the attention of guy wire looking at your knocker and no longer find shy or reserved about it"

"how do you feel about wearing a bra ?"

"uncomfortable"

"and when you do n't outwear a bra, your teat will become naturally more sore and you will savor that they add to your whiz of feeling horny"



"how will you find when men look at your bosom ?"

"excited"

"Now tonight when you go to bed you will not don any wearing apparel to bed, you enjoy sleeping raw"

"Yes, I enjoy it"

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

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

"horny"

"you will line up a new confidence and will want to be adventurous"

"How will you sense Marie ?"

"Adventurous"

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

"and will feel so stir about it"

"what will you feel Marie ?"

"excited about sex with Paul"

"it will feel natural to have Pat and Apostle of the Gentiles make love to you"

"the idea of making love with 2 men will excite you ?"

"yes"

"you will witness that the first thing be that you want to do for Saul of Tarsus is give him a blow job"

"A blow job ”, Marie giggled a little

"and how will that make you palpate"

"excited"

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

"wonderful"

"and you will require Paul to cum inside you"

"yes"

"and you will require More and more sex with St. Paul"

"yes"

"you want to sense both cocks inside you at the same time"

"yes"

"do you like anal sex Marie ?"

"no"

"why not ?"

"that seems nasty"

"Marie, in succeeding you will notice you like anal sex, in fact you will incur it exciting"

"how will anal sex make you feel ?"

"excited"

"you will find anal retentive sex particularly hasten and begin to want it more"

"yes"

Saul of Tarsus seemed satisfied with the effect of his programing and grinned at me."we can work up on this later at any metre"he whispered to me.

"now Marie, after I count down from 3, you will roam into a deeper sopor, but in a few minutes or so you will fire up up, and when you wake up you will recall nix 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 reality ”.

"You won't posting the cum you see you on your face, or on your apparel or feel anything except you had a mysterious sleep"

"yes"

"and when you wake up, you will feel make relaxed and exceptionally horny"

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

"really horny"

"and you will need to have sex with Saul of Tarsus and Pat"

"yes"

"and you will notice that making love with Saint Paul and Pat to be the skillful sex you've ever had"

"yes, the best"

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

Paul counted down slowly

"3…2…1"

With that, Marie slumped into a deep sleep.

Saul withdrew his script from her panty and held them up for me to see ; they were sopping wet through with her juice. All that meter she'd been"awake ”, and she'd never even noticed his bridge player in her panty working her button. He put her breast back inside her bra and pulled the perspirer back down.

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

I grinned at the wet fingers he was still holding up"I hope you're sure about this"responded Saint Paul, still somewhat edgy about what we'd just unleash in her."Don't worry though, I've programmed her so that we can unmake everything tomorrow and embark on afresh without even using the drugs ”.

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

Saul and I switched shoes again and I replaced my arm around her in more or less the Saami position as when she had fallen asleep.

Shortly thereafter, Marie's eyes started to blink outdoors and concentre 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 sprightliness of me, I don't remember, aspiration are so weird like that, so existent yet so well-fixed to forget ”. Clearly Marie remembered, but my shy and conservative wife would never normally talk so openly.

Marie turned her head to me and whispered in my ear"I'm so horny… would you retrieve I ‘ m bad if I wanted to prepare dear to both you and Paul ?"

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

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

She broke the kiss and turning to look at Paul with a flirty grammatical construction, she patted the lounge on the other incline of her.

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

Apostle of the Gentiles grinned and easing himself out of the armchair, he swiftly joined us on the couch. Marie immediately turned to him and kissed him full-on, on the back talk, kissing him passionately, like a brace of highschoolers. Paul clearly reveling in the bit, kissed her back, their tongues visibly playing with each former. Her other deal went to Paul's genitalia, rubbing him.

Almost simultaneously, Paul and I reached for her sweater pulling it up over her knocker, Marie breaking their kiss momentarily as she raised her arms to let us pluck it up over her header, her farsighted dark whisker cascading back over her berm. This was definitely not the demure Marie I had spent the end 10 years married to.

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

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

With her own two hands, tucking her quarter round into the unsnarled waistband, she grasped her skirt and slip, sliding them down her leg before kicking them off to the floor, leaving herself in her pinko lacy pantie and stay-up stockings. She looked so dam sexy in that moment.

opinion emboldened I reached with both hands for her panty and forcibly ripped them apart, the fine lace gore tearing easily. With an excess tug, the gusset of her scanty tore away, leaving her puss fully exposed, her wetness clearly evident. This seemed to enflame her even more as Marie's fingers fumbled with Paul the Apostle's trouser, unfastening them, lowering his zipper and reaching inside to release his already cockeyed cock. Marie dove down onto it, engulfing it between her lips as she sucked it deep into her mouth, slurping and bobbing her top dog rhythmically, each time plunging deeper. Marie was gagging occasionally but it didn't stop her. Apostle of the Gentiles closed his eyes, occasionally moaning, his hand caressing her head and hair.

I reached between Marie's peg, parting them more and slid my handwriting up her leg to her pussy, sliding first my power finger inside and then two others ; she was sopping wet. Releasing herself from Apostle of the Gentiles's cock, she turned to me and kissed me deeply, her face flushed with passion. She reached down and similarly tugged my shaft free of my pants before engulfing it with her mouth, sucking and licking it like a total pro.

Paul, now fully engaged manipulated her post so that she was kneeling along the couch with her backside to him, her mouth not leaving my cock even for an instant. I felt like I would explode at any moment.

Lining himself up with her from behind, Paul pushed the head of his cock inside her and with one virgule, pushed cryptic inside her. I thought Marie was going to prick my putz off as she clenched her mouth around it. Marie was moaning and gurgling as if in come extasy as Paul started to force enthusiastically in and out of her, each time driving back hard into her. As he continued, Marie got more and more channel away, her groan now much louder I could feel the quivering of her throat on my cock, intensifying the sensory faculty, her breasts swinging beneath her with each drive. Apostle Paul too was clearly in a very excited state, pushing harder and deeper each time. Moments later he stiffened and grunted as he unloaded deep into her fertile depths and what almost simultaneously, maria groaned, and her body shuddered vigorously as she too came hard. With the sight of Saul of Tarsus cumming inside her coupled with her moans and pulsating body was too much for me and I erupted spontaneously into the back of her throat. Marie gulped and swallowed as jet after jet of cum shot into her mouth.

We stayed in our respective positions for several moments, breathing hard, waiting for the aftershocks to lull and a sense of reasonable normality to retort. Ange turned over, facing up and lay down almost naked with her read/write head in my lap and her legs stretched along the couch across Paul the Apostle's legs, her breasts still heaving as she breathed, a blissful facial expression on her aspect as though she was no longer shy of laying naked in the sight of two men, sweat on her brow making some of her hair control stick to her cheek, the rest tumbled to either side.

Saul reached out and started to very gently massage Marie's clit and finger's breadth her, making her squirm.

"nooo, too sensitive, no no no"she exclaimed, so Paul eased off and we just continued there on the sofa, contented, with my bare married woman 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 fourth dimension, it was already past 3:00am, and we were all satiated, enjoying the afterglow of what to me had been a truly shake up experience. We had lost track of clip.

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

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

Saul of Tarsus winked at me"I told you it was mighty"… we just grinned at each other about the unuttered possibility 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 elbow room to our door. Marie climbed into bed alongside me, still naked. She flicked off her bedside light and with eyes closed. Her body brushed against my arm as she snuggled into me."respectable night beloved"she whispered almost affectionately as we both quickly drifted into sleep.

The next morning, I started to ignite up and focus my eye through the sunlight that was now streaming in through the drape. I was alone in bed. I hauled myself out of bed and grabbing my robe, snuck out of the room towards the guest way door. I heard repress sound 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 Apostle Paul. Marie was dressed in a fire up silky gown that she had for some clock time but never wore. The robe came down to her thigh and the silky fabric clung to her accentuating her curves, her skin glow with that freshly showered look.

Marie was bent face down over the kitchen table, rocking back and Forth as Paul pounded her from behind, doggy fashion. She was moaning and cried out"omg Paul, I'm cumming, I'm cumming"and with that started to spasm as a powerful orgasm rocked through her organic structure, her succus squelching as Alice Paul grunted and pushed hard into her with a final jabbing as he began pumping his seed into her vulnerable pussy. They stayed locked together for a few moments before Paul pulled out from her.

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

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

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

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

"good morning sleepy, I made coffee for us all"she said trying her best to sound 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 purity that had I not known anything would make convinced me that all the events of the night had been in my imagination.

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

Grasping her assertively by the hand, I ushered her out of the kitchen and indicating Saul of Tarsus to follow, led her back up the stairs to our elbow room. Normally Marie would possess forcefully resisted such a motility, but she didn't even protest for one moment 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 present the bottom of the inning of the bed towards Paul. She squatted over me ready for me to penetrate her, but I slipped my fingers inside lubricating them well with the mix of juices that glistened over my fingers and smeared it liberally over her virgin asshole, my indicator finger pushing inside. Pulling her Down onto my raging hard-on, I slipped easily inside her pussy while my finger continued to cultivate on her ass, sliding in one and then 2 fingers as I slowly stretched her.

Marie started to instinctively rebound up and down on my putz, increasingly moaning with each solidus. I lubed both my thumbs on her succus and pushed them inside her ass opening it still further. She felt incredibly tight, but it seemed that her bodily fluids were all I needed to lube her sphincter. Marie leaned forward and as Paul the Apostle approached the end of the bed, she took his prick in her mouth and started to suck him. He soon started to get hard again. Marie continued to have sex and imbibe for several minutes, gasping for breath 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 pussy, maneuvering her to a more unsloped squatting situation, I lowered her down aiming her rosebud rightfulness over my peter. I pressed into her and she flinched, letting out a little yelp as the head of my cock forced open air her ass, but she never tried to end me. Instead, she willingly pushed downwards onto it… another low for Marie.

As I pushed deeper into her ass, I grasped her shoulder and pulled her back onto my breast, forcing myself deeper, so that she was laying, face up along my trunk, my cock buried deep in her bowels. The sensation was unreal, so nasty and soft, I had never been able to carry Marie to let me anywhere near her ass before, even the svelte touch of my fingers would freak her out, often triggering the end of lovemaking for the Nox. This new experience had me almost ready to detonate in second but fortunately I was still able to hold back. Marie was moaning and relishing in this new experience, mewing and moaning. I could almost sense her body experiencing a succession of flyspeck orgasm with each get-up-and-go into her.

I guess Alice Paul already knew where this was heading as he moved forward without encouragement, massaging his already heavily cock in his hand, and maneuvered between our pegleg, lifting and separating Marie's mortise joint before pressing into her. Given that my dick was already tightly wedged up her ass, she was a great deal tighter and even though she was sopping wet, he literally had to crusade hard to get his cock inside her. The sensation of feeling another man's cock separated only by a thin membrane was weird at offset but at the Same time it excited me beyond Christian Bible to suppose that Marie was now taking 2 putz for the inaugural fourth dimension ever.

"OMG so big… so broad, don't stop, don't check"she was muttering over and over as we found our rhythm method of birth control and started to really fuck her. As she was laying stretched out on top of me, I could feel every muscular tissue and every tremor of her organic structure. It was amazing to see Marie so turned on, so enjoying sex, it was everything I had ever wanted. I reached around in presence of her and started to massage her bosom, pinching her mammilla and holding them up for Paul, who bent forward and started sucking on them. Marie was gibbering away"OMG OMG"before suddenly letting out an ear-piercing scream as a massive orgasm ripped through her shuddering body. The intensiveness was too much for Paul and he erupted inside her, causing Marie to orgasm hard a farther prison term, sweat pouring from her, juice flowing out and down both her and my thighs. Feeling Marie's spasming and Apostle of the Gentiles's cock pulsing and twitching inside her, I could not moderate back any retentive and erupted rope after forget me drug of cum deep into her bowels.

We collapsed in a sweaty hatful on the bed, our turncock slipped out of her as she rolled off me, still panting, a dazed look in her eyes, her bare trunk still trembling. She turned to me and first kissed me deeply before turning to Paul. This was so far from the Marie that had been my demure, conservative wife I had been married to for the past tense 10 years, she was a sex goddess and I intended to savour every moment of it.

Over the line of the day, Paul and I fucked Marie at various fourth dimension, sometimes together and sometimes individually, as soon as either of us felt recovered enough. By the end of the day, my balls felt completely drained and I'm pretty sure Saul of Tarsus felt the same. It was as if Marie was constantly randy and always willing. She had even collected various hickies on her titty. We had even sent Marie into her nighttime place and instructed her to remain naked and not shower, consequently she spent much of the day with crusty stripe of cum down her thighs. She even spent the night sleeping with Paul.

Eventually, Monday morning came around and we all had employment to go to. metre to change her computer programming once again. We were sitting around the table in our robe, savoring our world-class cup of coffee bean of the day, when Paul adopted his self-asserting voice,"Marie, sleepytime ”, which instantly sent her into her iniquity place.

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

"my friend"

"good girl"

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

"yes"

"after the count of 3 you will arouse up and finger refreshed, you will take a shower and get set up for work"

"yes"

Saul counted down and Marie came back to the present, continuing our universal morning time confabulation, as if cypher had happened.

As the coffee tree finished, Marie excused herself and went up to get ready. Fortunately, my commute was far poor, and I still had time.

"that's been an amazing weekend Paul"I said to him as soon as I felt sure that Marie was out of earreach. We'll have to do that again following time you're up this way.

"Definitely"replied Apostle of the Gentiles with a big grin.

"Just be thrifty what you wish for. You have the magnate to make Marie tell you anything, believe anything, and do anything that you want her to ”.

I laughed,"seems like there's endless possible action Paul, 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 deliberate, ok ?"Apostle of the Gentiles reminded me in all sincerity but given that I had the power to change affair, I felt pretty safe.

I rustled up some breakfast for us all, which passed smoothly, Marie more or less back to her normal self, polite, button-down, but noticeably a little more affectionate with me. She had changed out of her gown and came back into the kitchen wearing her oeuvre turnout ; a dark, knee length skirt and sweater but she clearly had no bra on, which immediately gave me an erection. I could only guess the look on the faces of her Male colleagues.

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

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