My name is Pat aged, 30 and my married woman, Marie and I had been married for a little over 10 years, having met, fallen in love, and married early on, some would say prematurely, while we were still studying in university. Now 29 years old, she was still in exceptionally good embodiment, almost as trim and attractive as when I had maiden met her, not skinny but not fat ; a size 10 with 34C fizzle. She has longish silky brunet whisker that descended just past her shoulder joint. However as much as I had always wanted to and tried to get her to crop and behave more sexily, she always seemed to prefer to curry somewhat conservatively, a little too conservatively for my taste. She never dared to go without a bra and would always opt for comfortable but pretty bikini stylus, rather than sexy pantie or thong. Even if we went on holiday to Spain, she would opt for a reasonable swimming costume or two-piece and could never be cajoled into going topless, despite to the highest degree of the cleaning woman around us on the beach baring their breasts for all to enjoy.

Although our sex life history had been quite active at 20, over the final few years it had dwindled away and had become much less frequent and more predictable. I'd sometimes tried to liven up our sex biography and try to entice her into being more adventurous, but basically, she would do her best to avoid anything outside of a wide-eyed shag once or twice a calendar month providing that I recognized the right moment, usually a few days before her catamenia. Don't ask me why, but the shortage of anything resembling a in good order sex-life had taught me to observant and pay aid to the refinement and small reading that sex might be available to me if I played my cards right. Endeavors to awaken her at other times were usually rejected, with one of her fixture apology. Sex when it did take place was mostly in a passive voice missioner position. Even a reversal job was something she felt extremely uncomfortable about and so I never pressed her for that and anal was totally out of the interrogative sentence. In my various movement to reignite our love-life, I had even tried to get her concern in sharing a porn telecasting to liven up the family relationship a bit, but her interest or willingness to watch those was either met with disdain or were transient. There was one television, however, where the stretch taradiddle was of a wife who ended up having a abbreviated encounter with a stranger. I remember this because it stood out in my mind at that time as she got much wetter than normal. Although not directly mentioning how aflame it had made her, I tried to campaign the boundaries on the rare occasions that we had sex and quest for the idea of her having sex involving another man, but this was swiftly dismissed as"pure fiction"and nada that would ever be considered in genuine life.

She had always been a fairly brightness railroad tie and sometimes would wake during the nighttime, but more recently had even started to take a sleeping pill having been to the physician about her sleep trouble. Personally, I was never certainly whether this was just to aid her excuse or whether she really had a job, but they certainly seemed to knock her out cold and once asleep, zero much would really awake her. I must confess that once I could be sure that she was asleep, I would use this prison term to masturbate and relieve the pent-up stress, mostly choosing to fantasize about spying on her with another man as he seduced her.

Thinking back to my days in university, around the time when I first started dating Marie, I had shared a monotonic with a guy named Alice Paul. I was studying computer skill and Saul had pursuing a joint degree in psychology and Biochemistry, which, at that time, I thought was pretty Weird. Now Saul of Tarsus was a neat guy, a appease bear of a man ; genuine, extremely smart, with enceinte sentiency of humor. We quickly became the salutary of admirer. Unfortunately, somewhere along the crinkle his gene pool had let him down and he had ended up sharing more than a passing resemblance to Uncle fester from the cristal Family, due in part to his bulky size and a experimental condition known as alopecia universalis, which apparently had rendered him completely bald, without either supercilium or eyelashes. He seemed to take a unearthly pleasure in frequently donning a yearn Robert Brown coat and adopting a creepy-crawly seventh cranial nerve expression, making people stare as he did his best to convince them that he was indeed the tangible Uncle suppurating sore. Sadly, these unfortunate device characteristic meant that he never really managed to keep a"veridical"girlfriend. certainly, he had plenty of female person acquaintance, but most seemed unwilling to look past his outer appearance and go the special footprint to become classed as his girlfriend. However, knowing him so well and the material person, he became a close Friend to both me and Marie.

After commencement, Apostle Paul and I had gone our branch ways ; I had become a programmer and Apostle Paul got a placement doing something that he described as"a research companionship ”. He never was too specific about that nature of his oeuvre apart from labeling it as"various kinds of enquiry ”.

For the beginning duo of class after Alice Paul and I graduated, Saul of Tarsus would drive over every few months or so and we'd all go out together for a few swallow and a meal. Marie had variety of adopted him in her own way, accepting him as a harmless but close protagonist, who she genuinely seemed to care about. She felt sorry for him and had even tried to invite some of her female friends to look past his outer façade of creepiness and go out with him. Sadly, but predictably, these valiant efforts to overcharge him up with someone rarely survived past more than a semi-awkward number one date.

Sometimes, on rare occasions I would notice Saul checking Marie out, giving her a glancing look that lingered just a little too long, as his eyes took in the profile and particularly her shapely bosom, especially if for some understanding or other, Marie's nipples ( obscure to her ) had started to turn vaguely detectable through her bra, but to his credit, he never overstepped the boundary and to be honest I never minded him looking ; I always figured there was no harm in him looking and it kind of diverted me. It was obvious to me that in some style he fancied her too.

Anyway, leaving memories of university life behind and returning again to the electric current time, it had been more than a few years since we'd shoemaker's last seen Paul. Over clock time we'd basically gone our severalise ways, having established our various vocation in different city. However, out of the blue one night we got a phone call. Marie answered and appeared happy to inform me that it was a vociferation 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 meal together like old time. Without hesitation we eagerly accepted, and both looked forward to catching up with him and freely offered our spare way instead of him having to continue 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 hair in a fairly unembellished white T-shirt bra and panty with a garden pink lacy face panel and passementerie. She never seemed to be well-off being completely naked in presence of me anymore, but that was life and I was becoming resigned to it. She pulled on a pair of glowering stay-up stockings that had the elasticated peak and would stay up themselves without any conformation of suspenders. Being still winterish, she slipped her head and arms through a ovalbumin ribbed turtle-neck sweater, pulling it down as it clung to her organic structure, before stepping into a majestic blue mid-length, A-line skirt that came to just above her knee joint and a myopic flannel half-slip underneath. Nothing really sexy there, but it went together well as an kit and really, she looked good in it ; the stretchy jumper clung to her complementing the silhouette of her breasts, her drear brunette whisker cascading down over her berm in a way that contrasted nicely against the white sweater. This outfit had always been one of my personal favorite because I loved the way it accentuated her figure.

Right on prison term the doorbell chimed and there was Paul ; like us, a few pounds heavier, but not so bad given his size and of course a few twelvemonth older than the hold out time we'd seen him, but looking past that, he was the basically same great guy. Following on from the initial greetings and pleasantries, we headed out, calling a minicab to take us into town to a popular pub and restaurant. The evening was just like the old days and fourth dimension slipped by easily. We obviously had a lot to catch up on and gossip about and both Marie and I wondered how his calling was developing and in specific Marie was more interested in his sociable life or rather his dating life had developed since leaving university. Sadly, it seemed not to have changed so much, with no one notable relationship worth mentioning in his life. I was genuinely saddened and frustrated for him ; he was a effective guy and deserved better, despite his slightly strange show. With not having to drive, the drinkable flowed pretty steadily too. It was unusual for Marie to fuddle lots these mean solar day, being usually good to go with just one Gin and soda pop, but on this finical Night, Paul was clearly enjoying our renewed pub Nox and for some understanding seemed to be enjoying trying to get Marie tipsy ; Despite her lukewarm protest, he would insist on keeping her glass refilled, returning from the bar with image whenever her glass neared empty. By 10:00pm all three of us were surprisingly well on the way to being to a greater extent than a petty 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 take us back to domicile. By the sentence we reached home it was around 11:30pm but although the night was still relatively young, our twenty-four hour period of partying until breakfast side by side day as students were clearly well behind us ; instead we opted to relax and find out a movie on the tv and of course to suffer another drink. Marie was in an unusually happy mood, mostly from the drink, and volunteered to put together some snacks together as I grabbed a distich of beers from the fridge and poured her another somewhat generous G & T.

As I was pouring her deglutition, I noticed Marie take a Methedrine of pee and, out of drug abuse I guess, popped one of her sleeping lozenge from the foil camp. It had become an almost ritual bit for her to do this each night around 11pm. I didn't call back too very much about it, but with all the drinks we'd had I doubted that she would even necessitate her medicinal drug. If she had been a piddling less drunkard, she probably would let rationalized that, herself, but before I had clip to say anything, she had already taken it. I did question whether it was Stephen Samuel Wise and momentarily worried whether the intoxicant would bear on it.

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

"… So, go on, tell me more about this secret oeuvre that you're always so tightlipped about ”, I said, trying to wheedle more than out of him. I guess the boozing had made me endure enough to ask more directly and as luck would have it, also seemed to have lowered Paul's reluctance to get drawn into conversation about it.

He hesitated for a few instant, debating in his mind whether to give up about his piece of work to me.

"…well, I shouldn't tell you, actually I could get fired and spoiled, I could even get sent to prison house ”. He paused for what seemed the longest prison term before continuing, but I've known you long enough to trust you like a brother, so I guess there's no real harm, 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 to the lowest degree an enhanced interlingual rendition of a type of psychotropic drug, whose primary function is to rapidly hasten a recondite and receptive hypnotic state. It's kinda hush hush and seems that let's say"has uses that certain covert action might regain helpful ”.

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

"Actually…"he continued"… hallucinogenic flora have been used in tribal acculturation for year to induce enchantment like states in rituals - that's not really hypnosis, but supposed priest-doctor have been using them for years even as far back as the romans ”.

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

"You can opine of it in a kind of way where something standardised happens when you 're nodding off to sleep and reach that twilight state where you 're in between consciousness and eternal rest. Basically, there's almost an infinite number of neural circle and we've been researching and how to manipulate them… things that govern how the nous responds to states like fear, anxiety, terror and economic crisis, etc.

"Some chemical substance disrupt concentration and construct it more difficult to perform high-functioning tasks. Telling a lie actually needs concentration so People need to concentrate more in order to recollect up a lie… when we disrupt their ability to think clearly it is harder for them to severalize a lie. other drugs such as sodium 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 field of study 's retentivity clean so they knew zilch about what they said after waking up ”.

"What we've done is basically re-engineered these chemicals to fine-tune and combine the position gist so that instead of false memory board, when administered appropriately we can implant memory we want them to stimulate and yet still be pass over them of any memory of this being done to them ”.

He paused again

"so, what's your purpose in all of this ?"I asked as I gestured with an eager saying 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 boil down and actually more virile var. that work more effectively and also in both directions"

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

"well, instead of just getting soul to be more truthful when they answer questions, we can deepen their soporific state and then rig the drug's power to trigger false memories to subconsciously plant information that they accept as truth, I mean like our own the true. In other words what we tell them becomes firmly but subconsciously ensconced in their own minds as the absolute truth."

I sat there pondering what Paul had just revealed to me and all the possibleness that could spring up from the misuse of a drug like that. I imagined all form of dangers from the wild hypothesis like business concern administrator being kidnapped and drugged to manipulate or intervene with business organization mess or political frame to interpose in elections ; the list of opening seemed endless.

"if we can get deep enough into people's minds, it's even likely to be in effect in counter-terrorism, such as being able to implant and build up up surrogate facts and political theory, which the recipient of the drug will take on as true statement, with the possibilities of turning even the most set terrorists against their own sides ”. Saul continued…

At that minute both our aid turned, and our conversation was interrupted as Marie returned from the kitchen, carrying a tray of snack she'd done her estimable to put together.

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

“'sorry guys, lol I remembered that I had to take my meds"she responded, doing her best to steady 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 read pre***********ion sleeping lozenge with alcohol.

"idk, I guess it won't hurt, just maybe make me shine asleep, but you guys will take in to forgive me if I do that ”, she said semi-rhetorically and smiled before kicking off her wedge heel place, straightening her skirt under her branch, and settling in next to me on the sofa, her ramification and animal foot curled beside her.

taking advantage of her somewhat inebriated but unexpectedly open mode, I tentatively put my arm around her and to my surprise she leaned against me and cuddled into me. I half smiled in inborn reflex as my mind toyed with the idea that maybe I'd even be in fortune tonight.

With my plain hand I grabbed the remote control and started flicking through various picture show distribution channel on the tv, pausing momentarily on each to see what was playing, we agreed that as usual they weren't overly stimulating and the choice was somewhat limited, finally settling for a rerun of"hangover ”. Somehow, although it had already started, it seemed to be innocent and mildly appropriate given our own increasing spirit level of inebriation.

meter passed as we worked our way through our drinks, while Saul of Tarsus changed matter and reverted back to chatting about to a lesser extent oeuvre related topics and bantered freely about our time at university, recounting various tales of him scaring children with his Uncle Fester joke, breaking off only to laugh from time-to-time at the blossom out serial publication of result on the movie.

With her in good order shoulder pressed into me, my left arm extended across Marie's shoulder, hanging over her will shoulder, her hair pooling over it. I started to trace my fingerbreadth around the back of her ear and cervix, caressing her lightly in a way that she used to like in our too soon daylight of geological dating, and would never neglect to give her goosebumps on her cervix and arms. More usually these days, even I was lucky enough for her to be so romantically slope to nest into me, she would brush my paw away and just complain that it tickled.

Anyway, on this occasion the flurry of goose pimple that I could feel under the tips of my finger's breadth didn't seem to disoblige her unduly. I realized that her breathing had changed and that in fact she had already fallen asleep, presumably from the exacerbating effects of alcohol on her sleeping pills ; a fact that I found quite amusing.

Feeling both a niggling tipsy and somewhat emboldened I continued to softly fondle her neck. I don't know why but I found myself wondering whether I could stimulate an titillating pipe dream in her sopor and hopefully might just improve my chances later when we went to bed. The soft touches and smooching of her cervix were definitely resulting in goosebumps. I let my forearm and carpus relax so that my mitt flopped down and came to rest with my fingers loosely resting on her boob. I could swear I felt her mammilla had hardened below the perspirer and lightly padded bra. Feeling encouraged, I tentatively encircled the outline of her tit, brushing it gently with the nail of one finger.

Around that time, I glanced over to Saint Paul to comment about her falling asleep when I noticed him watching her. I was about to mouth when he caught himself and quickly returned his regard to the tv clearly trying to avoid looking in our direction. I looked down and saw the intellect for Paul's stare ; even though she was wearing a bra, her nipples were clearly distending the fabric of her bra and perspirer.

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

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

Paul sheepishly looked over in our counselling and mischievously I cupped her boob firmly and pinched her teat through the fabric layer between pollex and forefinger.

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

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 pap, so go ahead, count all you want… accommodate it that you'd fuck her given half a opportunity"

Paul gave me a teasing look, trying to determine whether it was safe to reply to my line of questioning. It took a moment or two, but eventually he relaxed and laughed."Sure, of course I would, I know she's your married woman and I respect that, but Marie is still hot as hell ”.

"Actually Paul the Apostle, I don't know why, but the thought of another man fucking Marie turns me on like crazy. I guess it's just that she's so unadventurous and Conservative these twenty-four hours. 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 former possibilities for the work that Alice Paul had been doing but based on what I'd already take about hypnosis I was still skeptical about whether what Saint Paul was telling me would form or not.

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

"that's just the thing ”, Alice Paul continued undiscouraged by my scepticism,"what I was working on is how to earn the drug unassailable and more effective, I mean really involve the person to a whole other spirit level where we can embed suggestions and supervene upon even unassailable personal or socio-cultural barriers, religious beliefs, even question their own mother."

"are you bullshitting me ?"I was still unbelieving

"Not at all !"reaffirmed Paul,"once a proposition 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 embed trigger phrases in their subconscious to trigger them into remembering our mesmerism or wiping their remembering of effect and forgetting thing ”.

I looked on attentively as he outlined his work, my ebullience and wonder getting the improve of me, somewhat in awe at the piece of work Paul had somehow managed to get himself involved with."So why are you up in this theatrical role of the land, I didn't know we had a ‘ Q'in the family."I laughed as see around as though expecting James hamper to appear at any moment and severalize me that I was going to be imprisoned for life or worse, that he'd have to kill me, now that he's revealed secret information.

"That doesn't assure me why you're up here on what you described as a stage business trip"… my nous was conjuring up the possibility of some secret chemical group operating covertly in my small town.

"Let's just say I'm encounter with some significant customer to certify how the drug kit and boodle and we'll leave it at that ”.

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

Knowing that my salutary Friend was staring at my overly reserved wife's breast had the surprising force on me ; I was definitely getting a kick out of this. I adjusted the spatial relation of my handwriting 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 side was a moving picture, his optic riveted to the cleared evidence of my wife's nipples.

"Marie has always had great boob, hasn't she Paul ?"I volunteered, to which Saul of Tarsus nodded,"uhuh, yeah, I've never seen them, but I imagine they're staring"he responded, adding"always thought you were a lucky bastard ”. A note of caution, still lingered in his voice, obviously unsealed of exactly how best to respond to openly discussing my wife's tit.

His obvious delectation in what he saw was plain from the boot of color in his face, which was not be entirely attributable to the drink as well as the tent rising in his gasp. I continued to fine-tune Marie's nipples, enjoying not only their response, but also getting an immense kick out of Alice Paul's obvious enjoyment to being freely able to look at them and honour like a genuine voyeur.

I froze and quickly lifted my fingers slightly from directly touching Marie's nipples as she briefly started to act and gnarl, worried that she would ignite and then I would consume to face her wrath for touching her like that in nominal head of Saul of Tarsus. I waited a moment, but she was just stirring naturally ; her external respiration confirming that she was still in a deep sleep, no doubt the result of her cocktail of inebriant and sleeping pill.

Feeling reassured that it seemed less likely that she was about to suddenly wake up and condemn me to a life sentence of hell, and also feeling somewhat adventurous I decided to up the stakes of this petty adult escapade a step further.

I continued to toy with and pinch her nipple but slid my gratis hand down over her second joint and gently slid between her genu, managing to voice them just enough to hand me Sir Thomas More access, her knees falling to each side. St. Paul's gaze immediately lowered to her legs, where it was obvious that he could see right up her spread skirt, past her stay-up stockings, and all the way to her white and pink lacy pantie. My own growing erection twitched involuntarily.

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

"sooo ”, I drew a breath and hesitated, still a little uneasy about continuing, but my hormone and imagination seemed to somehow retrieve the courage."…you have samples of that stuff with you ?"I continued, almost in astonishment that such an stick drug was here under my own roof and not secured in some bunker a C floors below ground.

"haha, actually yeah, I do, I brought several acid just in pillow slip one wasn't enough during the demonstration… I think you could describe it as ‘ an teemingness of caution'like the politico keep over-using on the tv ”, he smiled at his own humor, I guess as a way of deflecting from his tactile sensation of uncertainty that were looming given the guidance of our conversation.

As I continued to magnetise him by playing with Marie's tits, I went on to explain the ins and outs and defect of our declining and somewhat neuter relationship and the tensions that had created.

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

"Thomas More than that I guess, I want to see how far I could take 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 person, I kind of doubt that even the unattackable drug could not achieve that ”.

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

"Can it be triggered by me so I can see to it it without her knowing ?"I asked, trying to realize the full telescope of the possibleness that were unfolding before me.

"Yes, and we can imbed fictive remembering and even name 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 make."How would we do this ?"

"well it's not exactly just popping a pill into a shabu 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 lick ”.

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 questioning as if to give not heard correctly and hesitated to move."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 unsure of how this was going, before he got up from the chair and came over. I did my skilful to stand up while still holding Marie's shoulders, taking the system of weights of her torso as best I could.

Apostle of the Gentiles slide into place and raising his arm as I had previously, I carefully released her to slant against him and took his place in the armchair. Saint Paul's stretched out his arm and draped it across her articulatio humeri in much 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 paw to reside on her breast. The peck of him holding her and touching her breast turned me on greatly and I could feel the rigorousness in my cock straining against my pants.

Gradually he allowed himself to touch and find her chest, playing with her extended nipples as they protruded through her bra and sweater in a standardized way. Judging from the bulge in his pants, Paul already had a raging hard-on that was twitching to the full point where I was pretty sure that he was likely to cum inside his gasp. I gestured to him to raise her sweater, so after a moment or two his free helping hand went to the bottom of her sweater and gradually eased it up revealing the wan skin of her abdomen but stopping short of raising it further. Once again, I gestured to him to arise it further and after another suspension, he raised it above her jumper revealing her bra. Despite the way they were shielded by the slight padding, her nipples were clearly strong. I loved the thought that he was touching her breasts and especially as she had no real estimation about it ; my garble desires were definitely getting the effective of me.

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

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

I smiled as Paul slid his dispense with mitt slowly up her thigh… her drear wench and gaffe bunching against his forearm as he reached further up her leg to the fogginess of her exposed pelt on her thigh. He stroked her cutis softly getting closer and closer to her panties. slide his paw further and pressed a finger through the fabric to her crotch, tracing the slit and searching for her button, he started to apply imperativeness and rub gently. I swear I heard her moan. I watched mesmerized as he slid his finger's breadth around the loosely elasticated leg of her panties, slipping his fingers inside and working them through the flaccid strands of her pubic whisker before gently parting her kitty-cat lips. In the light from the tv I could clearly see the glistening of wetness from her the inner folding they easily lubed his fingers. St. Paul 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 scanty and cupped his hand over her mound and slipped first one and then a second base digit inside, reaching to massage her inside and out. She moaned softly again in her sleep, her dead body still responding to the physical tangency despite her being almost comatose.

I do n't have sex why, maybe I am just plain 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 open mouthed at my offer,"of course 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 wrong ”, he retorted, but I could tell he wanted to too.

"then go for it… screw her ... I want to see you screw her"I added more assertively ; the idea of seeing her having another man's cock in her pussycat was beyond exciting for me, even though she was in no body politic to consent.

"OMG, Pat, that seems so haywire"Saul of Tarsus responded cagily"what if I get her fraught ? ”. Paul clearly wasn't so drunk that he would drop all caution to the wind.

"Really, I don't care… it's no problem to me, in fact the jeopardy of that just makes it amend"..."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 drink and the moment had clearly made me suffer all my dope and my ability to remember rationally about future consequence but more than that, the bare estimation of her getting meaning to someone else really made me sick. It was like the ultimate drug.

Saul maneuvered himself out from underneath, taking her head and articulatio humeri and gently lowering her school principal to the cushion before taking her ankles and laying her legs out along the sofa, making sure to voice them.

Apostle Paul, by now had his rock-hard cock and was slowly pumping it with one hand. His prick was characterized by quite a pronounced bulbus principal, which in some ways even seemed disproportionate to the thickness of his jibe, which was far from slender and I assessed as slightly tenacious than my own. Clearly whatever his DNA lacked in regard to his alopecia, it had generously made up for in his physical attribute. Paul's eyes locked on the vision of my wife laid out in front of him.

He stood over her, slowly wanking himself before grasping the cincture of her panties, tugging more to get them over her butt, and sliding them down her legs, lifting one foot out, leaving them dangling from the ankle of the former.

"Are you sure about this ?"questioned Apostle of the Gentiles 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 ankles over each shoulder and lined the head of his cock between the backtalk of her pussycat. 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 slit of my wife and started to alleviate deeper into her with each stroke. He could barely contain himself. Marie's pussy wrapped around his stopcock, taking in his bulbus head and sealing tight around his putz. She groaned clearly feeling him permeate her but still not enough to rouse her from her sleep. He started to slowly and rhythmically fuck her.

Paul managed a passionate"OMG, her pussy flavor so astound ”, as he bottomed out deep in Marie's pussy…"I just wish she was arouse and wanting to do this herself ”. He grunted a few more metre, each time getting more and more industrious 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 love her.

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

St. Paul thrust a few more times 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 Paul breathlessly as he tried to regain his composure,"that was fucking amazing"he added pulling up from her, his pecker still dripping the lowest trace of cum. He looked around for a tissue.

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

Paul climbed off the lounge and standing over her principal, squeezed out the live bead onto her partly opened mouth."Waste not desire not"he quipped, clearly more relaxed.

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

After pulling his gasp back on, Saul took my plaza in the armchair and watched as I moved over to her and stood over her head, wanking furiously, only lasting moments before I shot my shipment all over her face and hair. Bra and sweater. I had no approximation how I was going to houseclean her up, but at that moment that was the last thing on my nous. Ropes of cum exploded from me, shooting over her sassing, eyes, into her hair, and over her chest. She looked like a total slut.

I looked at my innocent married woman and the track of cum that now had started seeping into her sweater and bra and was trickling in a lilliputian streamlet down the English of her face. She looked so aphrodisiacal laying there.

"wow !"I exclaimed as I took in the hatful of my cum-covered, sleeping married woman, my legs feeling like every Panthera uncia of push had been drained from them. She looked like a porn star but so very much better.

"That was beyond amazing"I said.

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

"I have an idea… maybe we could program her to do it you,"

I was about to continue when St. Paul interrupted me.

"clutches on a minute, one matter at a time, this isn't chatter your finger's breadth or thumb a switching and suddenly Marie turns into a nymphomaniac"

Apostle of the Gentiles gave me one of his professional faces again, making sure I was paying sufficient attention to the seriousness of his explanation before elaborating his plan.

"outset off, I will experience to reach her a stimulant to overwhelm the effects of the deglutition and the sleeping pill she took ”."She's going to wake up, not totally, but I can't be sure that she won't get hysterical when she realizes what we've just done to her ”.

"Then we need to administer a belittled injection that will act like a true statement serum. We'll use the effects of that to bring out her feelings, thoughts, and impression groundwork or morals, so that we know what we have to act upon with and overcome ”.

"The final step will then need another injection to intensify her commonwealth and open her idea to supervene upon those thought with the ones we want her to throw and the computer memory we want to engraft, including any phrases you want to use to re-invoke the deep receptive state that she would be in whenever you feel necessity ”.

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

By now my ticker was pounding with all the possible action that my subvert resource was capable of coming up with."Totally surely Apostle Paul, absolutely, go for it ”.

"There's no turning back once we start down this road, Pat ”, Paul cautioned,"you've got to be ready for the event, well or bad"…"are you totally sure about this ? ”. He looked over making train eye liaison with me.

"yes ! ”, I replied insistently.

With that, Paul nodded and heading up to our guest room, returning a few minutes later with a small grey plastic box. As Marie lay there on the lounge, he opened the box to reveal several pandean pipe and lowly vials.

"Now, this first shot will just lift her out of her sleep-state, just enough for her to be responsive, although she will probably be confused. minute later, I will give way her a gibe of the first base drug to make her more responsive to questioning and ensure her responses are truthful ”.

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

"Of course of action I'm sure ”, I retorted, nodding, my phonation clearly a little frustrated with what I considered to be Paul being over timid. 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 short, fine needle into her neck opening and carefully emptied the capacity of the syringe into her blood stream.

"This will be like a dream state for her, physically unable to move, but conscious enough to understand and do questions ”.

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

Just as she was about to question her situation, Paul administered the mo stroke and almost instantly she drifted into a somewhat dazed land, no longer paying aid to what she had found or her Department of State of undress.

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

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

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

"what's your name ?"…"it's crucial that we show some anchor distributor point, some realness for her to bear on to"

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

"That's right, your supporter call you Marie, only the great unwashed who call you Marie are your friends, other people call you Mrs Templeton"

"Yes, that's rightfield"

"So, you trust your friends Marie ?"

"Mostly, yes, of course I trust them"

"Good, it's important to be able to trust your friends"

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

"Yes"

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

"Yes, you're a very near friend"

"and where are you right now Marie ?"

"I'm dwelling house"

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

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

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

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

"So you're in a safe place, surrounded by good friends, so you feel perfectly rubber 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 good Quaker"

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

"No, I don't mind"

"How do you finger 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 horny Marie ?"

"sometimes"

"How often ?"

Marie paused, obviously thinking, but it seemed like an eternity before she answered. Saint Paul gave me a reassuring smell and gestured for me to remain 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 familiarity of answering the question.

"I masturbate"

"Do you like to masturbate ?"

"Yes"

"do you have fantasies ?"

"yes"

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

Marie paused again

"occult sex"

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

"yes"

"who don't you want to love ?"

"My husband"

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

"I don't want to hurt him"

"does the theme of having sex in occult excite you ?"

"yes"

"so, where do you she-bop ?"

"In the bathing tub"

"Why do you jack off in the bath ?"

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

I looked quizzically at Saul as I tried to live with my pride yet remained infinitely rum about the flowering insights into my wife's sexual habits.

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

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

"Because he might want sex"

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

"Sometimes"

"I get weary, I get insistency at work and nursing 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 Marie ?"

"No"

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

"because we might be prosperous and get going a family ?"

"do you want to get pregnant ?"

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 exposure of getting meaning scare you ?"

"no"

"do you like taking risks"

"yes"

"why do you like taking risk ?"

"exciting"

"would having unprotected sex be a peril ?"

"yes"

"would having unprotected sex with someone be exciting ?"

"yes"

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

"Yes"

I was shocked by this Revelation of Saint John the Divine, my head rapidly racing through the possibilities of who my wife had given snow jobs to.

"when was that ?"

"when I was in richly schooltime"

"Did you like to suck his hammer Marie ?"

"No !"the no was somewhat emphasized

"why do you not like to absorb his stopcock ?"

"it made me gag"

"did he cum in your sass ?"

"Yes"

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

"No"

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

"yes"

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

Marie paused again

"no, not really"

"what does not really mean, Marie ?"

Marie was clearly struggling between revealing her darkest secrets only known to her, which were safely locked away in the most secret parts of her judgment and the muscular consequence that this drug was clearly having on her.

"In a way, yes"

"Did you have secret sex with someone ?"

She hesitated again…

"yes"

"When was that Marie ?"

"terminal year"

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

"Who was the affair with ?"

"Henry Martyn Robert"

"and who is Robert ?"

"a guy at work"

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

"Did you find it exciting ?"

"yes"

"did you send word-painting of yourself to Robert ?"

"Yes"

"were you dressed in these pictures ?"

"No"

"So, he saw you naked in the characterization ?

"yes"

"how did that make you palpate ?"

"Naughty"

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

"yes"

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

I gestured Paul to go on.

"did you have 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 hurt Pat"

"Do you sleep together Pat ?"

"Yes"

"Were you thinking of leaving Pat ?"

"No, never"

"So are you still talking to Robert ?"

"No"

"Why did you quit talking to Robert ?"

"Because I didn't want to offend Pat"

"So it's over now ?"

"Yes"

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

"Do you like Paul ?"

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

"Yes, Paul is our friend"

"Do you suppose Saint Paul is sexy ?"

Marie giggled

"Not really, he's kinda scary, but he's really nice once you get to get it on him"

Apostle of the Gentiles smiled and winked at me

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

"Yes, I trust Apostle of the Gentiles"

"what would you feel 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 guy to look at your tit ?"

"not really"

"do you call back you have good breast ?"

"they are ok"

"What size are your breasts 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 make you feel uncomfortable ?"

"because my nipples get hard"

"do you mean that turns you on ?"

"yes"

"would that be ill-timed ?"

"yes"

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

"shy"

That was my conservativist Marie

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

"Because he might get turned on"

Apostle of the Gentiles seemed to be capacity with that answer and gestured to me that it was time to extend him the next syringe.

"So, you feel dependable with Saint Paul and Pat ?"

"Yes"

"You know they won't hurt you ?"

"Yes"

"Now you are going to feel a fiddling prick, but you will empathize that you are perfectly rubber"

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

Apostle of the Gentiles took the second syringe and deftly gave a injection into her neck opening, massaging the daub with his pollex. He waited a moment as Marie stopped talking and she visibly slumped into the shock with a glazed look.

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

"yes"she responded, her voice barely evident, her eyes closed.

Paul the Apostle lifted each eyelid in turn and took her pulse.

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

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

"no response"

"do you hear me Marie ?"

"yes ”, her voice responded somewhat weakly.

"You're in a dark office, but you feel unlax, comfortable, and dreamlike station, you feel safe because you're with friends"

"Whenever you hear Pat or Paul's phonation when you're in this dark, relaxing and well-situated place it will micturate you feel safe"

"ok"

"Whenever you hear Pat or Apostle of the Gentiles speak the words ‘ Marie, sleepytime'you are going to immediately return to this saturnine space. This dark, comfortable, relaxing and safe place and your mind will be heart-to-heart to everything the vocalization Tell you ”.

"Do you understand ?"

Marie nodded, uttering an almost innaudible"yes"

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

"Yes"

"and when your married man uses the countersign ‘ Marie reboot'you will blank out everything that has happened from before those words and your previous memories from before tonight will return… other memories will look like just a remote ambition, fleeting and insubstantial, just your imagination playing magic trick on you… do you understand ?"

Marie remained silent for a few import

"yes"

"and when your married man or I tell you"Marie, wake up ! ”, your judgment will go up out of its recondite sleep and feel as if you just dozed off a few minutes ”.

"Now listen to my vocalization carefully Marie, I am going to recite you some important things that you need to call back"

"OK"

"Now you will block Henry Martyn Robert, this Robert guy never even existed, he was just a fugitive fancy and will not return to your storage"

"yes"

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

"What have you been doing ?"

"I have been chatting with our booster Paul online"

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

"You feel energise that Saint Paul is being sexual with you"

"how would it make you find to send naked pictures to Paul ?"

"excited"

Marie flushed a piffling red.

I saw Paul had his hand once again up her dame and was gently rubbing her button, giving her a physical stimulation to reenforce the way Alice Paul had her feeling.

"You will start to feel yourself feeling more and more than horny whenever you are around Paul"

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

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

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

"yes"

"How do you finger about Apostle Paul ?"

"I want to have sex with him"

"Department of Energy that idea excite you ?"

"Yes"

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

"Yes"

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

I leaned closer to Saint Paul, my own erection 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 signs of uncertainty 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 Paul knocking her up was itself another major number on for me.

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

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

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

"but I might get significant"Marie said, managing some small oddment of electrical resistance

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

"How does the mind of getting meaning make you feel ?"

"excited"she mumbled

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

"yes"

"when Paul the Apostle cums in you, how will it induce you feel"

"a bit pock"

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

"excited"

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

"you will be athirst for that character of orgasm, in fact you will find that you love feeling horny and that you feel aroused almost all of the clock time"

"You love your hubby"

"Yes"

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

"no"

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

"yes"

"so you are going to masturbate every day because you will find horny every day"

"how often will you masturbate Marie ?"

"Every day"

"that's right… and future you will not obscure 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 masturbate Marie ?"

"when I'm in bed next to Pat"

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

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

"I will palpate delicately about it"

"will you enjoy him admiring your body ?"

"yes"

"and as he is your hubby, he can own sex with you any time he wants to"

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

"yes"

"You will always relish having sex with your married man, but being so horny you will always require sex"

"Yes"

"And you will set forth to revel giving blow-jobs, in fact you want to be in force at giving blow jobs and will require to drill every day"

"yes"

"What will you want to pattern every day ?"

"to give blowjob"

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

"and when individual comes in your mouth you will chance that you enjoy the perceptiveness, and let it linger on your tongue before swallowing it"

Apostle Paul looked up in my direction

"Anything else ?"Saul mouthed to me, his manifestation letting me know that we have more or LE done enough for now and seeking my license to polish off the reprogramming.

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

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

"from now on you will palpate uncomfortable wearing a bra, you prefer a more natural smell. You enjoy the attending of cat looking at your breasts and no farsighted feel shy or reserved about it"

"how do you feel about wearing a bra ?"

"uncomfortable"

"and when you do n't weary a bra, your nipples will turn naturally more sore and you will relish that they add to your esthesis of feeling horny"



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

"excited"

"Now tonight when you go to bed you will not wear any dress 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 birth sex"

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

"horny"

"you will find a new assurance and will want to be adventurous"

"How will you feel Marie ?"

"Adventurous"

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

"and will feel so sex about it"

"what will you feel Marie ?"

"excited about sex with Paul"

"it will feel rude to stimulate Pat and Paul make beloved to you"

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

"yes"

"you will find that the initiatory thing be that you want to do for Paul is throw him a bump job"

"A blow job ”, Marie giggled a little

"and how will that make you feel"

"excited"

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

"wonderful"

"and you will want Apostle of the Gentiles to cum inside you"

"yes"

"and you will want more and more sex with Paul"

"yes"

"you want to palpate both turncock inside you at the Saame time"

"yes"

"do you like anal sex Marie ?"

"no"

"why not ?"

"that seems nasty"

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

"how will anal sex make you feel ?"

"excited"

"you will find anal retentive sex particularly stimulating and take off to want it more"

"yes"

Paul seemed satisfied with the event of his scheduling and grinned at me."we can construct on this later at any time"he whispered to me.

"now Marie, after I count down from 3, you will float into a abstruse sleep, but in a few minutes or so you will stir up up, and when you wake up you will call back nada 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 realism ”.

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

"yes"

"and when you wake up, you will feel unstrain and exceptionally turned on"

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

"really horny"

"and you will want to let sex with Saul of Tarsus and Pat"

"yes"

"and you will find that making have it off with Paul and Pat to be the best sex you've ever had"

"yes, the considerably"

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

Saul of Tarsus counted down slowly

"3…2…1"

With that, Marie slumped into a deep sleep.

Apostle Paul withdrew his hand from her panties and held them up for me to see ; they were sopping wet through with her juice. All that time she'd been"awake ”, and she'd never even noticed his hand in her panties working her clit. He put her white meat back inside her bra and pulled the perspirer 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 digit he was still holding up"I hope you're certainly about this"responded Paul, still somewhat highly strung about what we'd just let loose in her."Don't worry though, I've programmed her so that we can unwrap everything tomorrow and start afresh without even using the drugs ”.

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

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

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

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

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

Marie flushed and laughed,"for the life of me, I don't remember, ambition 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 teacher to me and whispered in my ear"I'm so horny… would you think I ‘ m bad if I wanted to puddle love to both you and Paul ?"

"no honey, of grade not, Alice Paul's our friend"

With that she kissed me deeply on the rima oris, her lingua searching for mine as her manus went straight to my crotch, rubbing my already hard erecting pressing inside my pants.

She broke the buss and turning to look at Apostle Paul with a flirty 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, middle almost pleading to him.

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

Almost simultaneously, Paul and I reached for her sweater pulling it up over her breasts, Marie breaking their kiss momentarily as she raised her arms to let us displume it up over her head, her long dark tomentum cascading back over her shoulder. This was definitely not the demure Marie I had spent the close 10 eld married to.

She turned back towards me and kissed me with compeer dynamism, pressing her spit into my oral fissure as her hired hand again went for my crotch.

Paul quickly unhooked her bra, sliding the articulatio humeri straps off and letting it fall from her, before working on the zipper to her skirt. Completely bare-breasted, she again turned to Paul, resuming her kissing as his manpower immediately went to her chest, squeezing and pinching her already erect nipples.

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

Feeling emboldened I reached with both custody for her panties and forcibly ripped them apart, the fine lace panel tearing easily. With an extra tug, the gusset of her scanty tore away, leaving her pussy fully exposed, her wetness clearly evident. This seemed to enflame her even more as Marie's finger fumbled with Paul's pants, unfastening them, lowering his zipper and reaching interior to release his already fuddled cock. Marie dove down onto it, engulfing it between her lips as she sucked it mysterious into her mouth, slurping and bobbing her foreland rhythmically, each clip plunging deeper. Marie was gagging occasionally but it didn't stop her. Paul closed his eyes, occasionally moaning, his hand caressing her head and hair.

I reached between Marie's pegleg, parting them more and slid my hand up her leg to her pussy, sliding outset my forefinger finger's breadth inside and then two others ; she was sopping wet. Releasing herself from St. Paul's stopcock, she turned to me and kissed me deeply, her face flushed with love. She reached down and similarly tugged my tool free people of my pants before engulfing it with her sass, sucking and licking it like a tot up pro.

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

Lining himself up with her from behind, Paul pushed the head of his pecker inside her and with one diagonal, pushed deep inside her. I thought Marie was going to prick my cock off as she clenched her mouth around it. Marie was moaning and gurgling as if in total extasy as Paul started to pierce enthusiastically in and out of her, each metre driving back hard into her. As he continued, Marie got more and more carried away, her groan now much louder I could feel the oscillation of her throat on my cock, intensifying the sensations, her breasts swinging beneath her with each thrust. Paul too was clearly in a very excited state of matter, pushing harder and deeper each time. moment later he stiffened and grunted as he unloaded deep into her productive depths and what almost simultaneously, maria groaned, and her consistency shuddered vigorously as she too came hard. With the survey of Paul cumming inside her couple with her moan and pulsating dead body was too much for me and I erupted spontaneously into the backrest of her pharynx. Marie gulped and swallowed as jet after jet of cum shot into her mouth.

We stayed in our respective spot for several moments, breathing toilsome, waiting for the aftershocks to calm and a sense of fair normality to return. Ange turned over, facing up and lay down almost naked with her foreland in my lap and her ramification stretched along the lounge across Apostle of the Gentiles's ramification, her breasts still heaving as she breathed, a blissful expression on her font as though she was no foresighted shy of laying naked in the vision of two men, sweat on her brow making some of her whisker stick to her face, the residuum tumbled to either side.

Saul of Tarsus reached out and started to very gently massage Marie's clitoris and digit her, making her squirm.

"nooo, too sensitive, no no no"she exclaimed, so Alice Paul eased off and we just continued there on the sofa, 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 sofa,

By that prison term, it was already past 3:00am, and we were all satiated, enjoying the afterglow of what to me had been a truly exciting experience. We had lost track of time.

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

Saint 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 privileged second joint. She looked so maledict sexy.

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

I shed my clothes hopped into bed, while Alice Paul headed into the guest room, which happened to be polar the room to our door. Marie climbed into bed alongside me, still naked. She flicked off her bedside light and with center 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 sharpen my optic 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 robe, snuck out of the room towards the guest room door. I heard muffle sounds coming from downstairs so as quietly as I could, made my way down the stairs and carefully headed towards the kitchen.

Just before I entered, I caught a glimpse of Marie and Alice 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 curved shape, her struggle radiance with that freshly showered look.

Marie was bent face down over the kitchen table, rocking back and Forth as Apostle Paul pounded her from bum, doggy way. She was moaning and cried out"omg Paul the Apostle, I'm cumming, I'm cumming"and with that started to spasm as a powerful climax rocked through her body, her succus squelching as Paul grunted and pushed hard into her with a net thrust as he began pumping his seeded player into her vulnerable pussy. They stayed locked together for a few moments before Alice Paul pulled out from her.

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

I crept back to the stairs and made a full point of making my steps 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 piazza to her bender. I mused that she presumably had cum leaking out of her snatch and running down her thighs. Again, I felt myself harden.

Marie turned, handing Paul a cup of coffee.

"beneficial dawn sleepy, I made coffee for us all"she said trying her full to sound formula 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"William Tell you later"to me. Marie turned and handed me a cup of coffee with a grinning of innocence that had I not known anything would own 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 backtalk, immediately pressing my clapper into her mouthpiece. 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 ground. She was completely naked.

Grasping her assertively by the hand, I ushered her out of the kitchen and indicating Paul to keep up, led her back up the steps to our room. Normally Marie would let forcefully resisted such a move, 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 backbone telling her to straddle me and face the rear of the bed towards Saul of Tarsus. She squatted over me ready for me to perforate 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 shit, my index fingerbreadth pushing interior. Pulling her down onto my raging hard-on, I slipped easily inside her cunt while my fingerbreadth continued to work on her ass, sliding in one and then 2 fingers as I slowly stretched her.

Marie started to instinctively bounce up and down on my pecker, increasingly moaning with each fortuity. I lubed both my ovolo on her juice and pushed them inside her ass initiative it still further. She felt incredibly tight, but it seemed that her bodily fluids were all I needed to lubricate her sphincter. Marie leaned forward and as Paul approached the end of the bed, she took his putz in her mouth and started to breastfeed him. He soon started to get hard again. Marie continued to fuck and suck for respective mo, gasping for intimation every now and again and increasingly was fucking my cock with my pollex still working their way into her viscera. Not wanting to cum just yet, I stopped her and pulled out of her twat, maneuvering her to a More upright squat position, I lowered her down aiming her rosebud right wing over my cock. I pressed into her and she flinched, letting out a footling yip 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 chest, forcing myself deeper, so that she was laying, face up along my torso, my cock buried thick in her bowels. The superstar was unsubstantial, so tight and balmy, I had never been able to carry Marie to let me anywhere near her ass before, even the tenuous tinge of my fingerbreadth would gross out her out, often triggering the end of lovemaking for the Night. This new experience had me almost ready to burst forth in moment but fortunately I was still able to defy back. Marie was moaning and relishing in this new experience, mewing and moaning. I could almost feel her eubstance experiencing a chronological succession of lilliputian climax with each button into her.

I guess Paul already knew where this was heading as he moved forward without encouragement, massaging his already unvoiced stopcock in his deal, and maneuvered between our legs, lifting and separating Marie's ankles before pressing into her. Given that my dick was already tightly wedged up her ass, she was a good deal tighter and even though she was sopping wet, he literally had to tug hard to get his cock inside her. The sensation of feeling another man's shaft separated only by a dilute membrane was Weird at first but at the Saami time it excited me beyond words to think that Marie was now taking 2 cocks for the first prison term ever.

"OMG so big… so full-of-the-moon, don't stop consonant, don't stop"she was muttering over and over as we found our calendar method and started to really fuck her. As she was laying stretched out on top of me, I could sense every heftiness and every shudder of her consistence. It was amazing to see Marie so turned on, so enjoying sex, it was everything I had ever wanted. I reached around in front of her and started to massage her titmouse, pinching her nipples and holding them up for Paul the Apostle, 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 chroma was too much for Alice Paul and he erupted inside her, causing Marie to orgasm hard a foster time, sweat pouring from her, juice flowing out and down both her and my thighs. Feeling Marie's spasming and Paul's tool pulsing and twitching inside her, I could not hold back any foresighted and erupted rope after roach of cum deep into her bowels.

We collapsed in a sweaty peck on the bed, our prick slipped out of her as she rolled off me, still panting, a stupid look in her eyes, her raw body still trembling. She turned to me and first kissed me deeply before turning to Apostle Paul. This was so far from the Marie that had been my demure, buttoned-down wife I had been married to for the past 10 age, she was a sex goddess and I intended to revel every moment of it.

Over the course of the day, Saul of Tarsus and I fucked Marie at various meter, 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 Apostle of the Gentiles felt the same. It was as if Marie was constantly horny and always willing. She had even collected respective hickies on her breasts. We had even sent Marie into her dark-skinned situation 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, Monday morning came around and we all had study to go to. Time to change her programming once again. We were sitting around the table in our robes, savoring our maiden cup of coffee of the day, when Paul adopted his assertive voice,"Marie, sleepytime ”, which instantly sent her into her dour place.

"Marie, you will draw a blank that you've had sex with Apostle of the Gentiles, he's just your friend… who is Paul ?"

"my supporter"

"good girl"

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

"yes"

"after the count of 3 you will waken up and find refreshed, you will make a shower and get cook for employment"

"yes"

Paul counted down and Marie came back to the pose, continuing our general first light chat, as if nothing had happened.

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

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

"Definitely"replied Paul with a big grin.

"Just be careful what you wish for. You have the mightiness to hit Marie tell you anything, believe anything, and do anything that you want her to ”.

I laughed,"seems like there's endless possibilities Paul, and there's a few affair that I'd love life to see her get into, so I might well try them out on her ”.

"just be thrifty, ok ?"Paul reminded me in all seriousness but given that I had the power to change 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, polite, cautious, but noticeably a little more affectionate with me. She had changed out of her robe and came back into the kitchen wearing her workplace outfit ; a wickedness, knee length skirt and perspirer but she clearly had no bra on, which immediately gave me an hard-on. I could only opine the look on the faces of her male colleagues.

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

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