My relationship with Marie was evolving rapidly. I got a strange, some may say perverted, kick out of manipulating my married woman to have sex with other men and she was now pregnant with her blood brother's child. I hadn't realized that I would so revel the cheat experience until it happened. These daylight, I could give sex with Marie any time I wanted, so I found that getting her to make sex with other guys added some zest to our kinship. The lone problem was that I wanted more and as with so many things you desire, once you have them, you end up getting bored and want to try something new, something you perceive as best.

I wondered quite how far I could adopt this, even to the extent of trying to influence the sex life sentence of other people. I found the notion quite stimulating and there were respective people I would have loved to control ; the only problem was that I didn't have access to Sir Thomas More of that drug. What I needed to do was get to see Paul again, but he didn't often get anywhere near where Marie and I lived. I definitely knew he still had a thing for Marie and wondered whether that might be an edge I could use to wheedle him into letting me get a supplying of the drug. I pondered this for various solar day and decided that the just way maybe for either Marie and I to go visit him, or even to mail Marie on her own. He'd probably jump at the chance of spending a weekend with her as his own living sex-toy. That still left the challenge of how to sway him.

I decided to send Marie on her own, but that would have to be at his invitation, or he might suspect something. hold time alone with her, he might be more open to view and let his precaution down a bit. I set about planting the seeds and as Marie had already been conditioned to enjoy sex with him, I planted the idea in her head that she had missed having sex with him and would therefore start exchanging subject matter and emails with him, send him aphrodisiacal painting of herself. She would lead him up to the point where he might ask round the both of us to visit.

Over the course of the following few week, Marie followed my conditioning to the letter, starting off with a couple of elementary electronic mail and building up to the compass point where she was exchanging texts with him several times a day. Eventually he messaged about what a shame it was that he couldn't get away and that we lived such a long distance from him. Perfect.

I set the adjacent phase of the plan into home and got Marie to recount him that I would be attending an IT group discussion and she would plan to come with me. St. Paul was caught and hoped he would own chance to spend unequalled time with her while I was attending the conference.

It was still betimes in her maternity, so I didn't have to concern about St. Paul finding out, but decided to juice things up a bit. During the clock time we were there, she would leave that she is my wife and believe that she was in fact St. Paul's married woman, spending her nights with him. I knew he would fuck her psyche out, but by now I didn't care. She was my ticket to a supply of Saul's top-secret drugs.

The messaging continued and a couple of workweek later, we packed our dish and headed to the airdrome. We had agreed to converge up for a dinner at a restaurant Paul had picked out. I sent Marie on ahead to cope with Apostle of the Gentiles at the restaurant and I changed at the hotel before heading over myself. Saul and Marie were already there waiting as the manager showed me to their tabular array. It was amazing how seamlessly Marie seemed to have slipped into her new role as Apostle Paul's wife, greeting me with a kiss on the impudence before taking her seat next adjacent him.

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

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

The meal was pleasant, 3 booster chatting freely together, sharing the occasional joke and getting well-off around each early again. At one point Marie disappeared to the bathroom, leaving Paul and me alone.

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

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

"just bear in creative thinker she's permanently horny so shuffle sure you fuck her mastermind out ”, I said laughing.

"when is the conference over"he asked

"In 3 days, starting tomorrow"I replied

"ignominy"he replied,"I would leave anything to keep her longer ”.

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

"Sure, I would start at the chance, Marie is gorgeous and well out of my conference"

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

"what's that Pat ? ... if it's in my world power, you got it"

"well, you know that drug you developed, I could use some more ”, I whispered, leaning in closer to him.

"That's a big postulation Pat, not sure enough I can stretch to that, I could go to gaol if anyone found out"

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

"What on earth would you use it for anyway, I mean you already have Marie where you wanted her, and you already know that you can get her to do anything"

"I know, the job is, Paul, there's this squawk at work, who's always stealing my musical theme and innovations and claiming them for her own. Now she's been made a handler and is always complaining to management about my work… she's always making my life difficult, and I need to change that, and a yoke more I can think of ”. The whole story was sodding fiction, but it seemed to be plausible.

"So how many DOS are you thinking of ?"

"I don't know… maybe 3 or 4"

Apostle of the Gentiles gulped ,.

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

Apostle of the Gentiles pondered my request for a few moments, weighing up the chance of spending a couple of weeks fucking my wife and the risk of being caught

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

"I could probably get one of those and make out I'd sent it off as a sample distribution for soul"

"It's also a lot simpler, this adaptation is taken orally, it's tasteless and untraceable, so there's no need to put on the line ramification. The shot variant requires a certain know-how, but the demo tablets are practically bare ”.

"Deal ! ”, I whispered to him… I for certain wish it lasted longer, but I'll remove it"

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

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

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

We said our goodbyes and Marie left with Saul of Tarsus. Of course, there was no conference, so I just spent the 3 days hanging around in the hotel and doing a bit of circumscribed sight-seeing. On return to the hotel, the phone light was blinking and I after checking for messages, learned that a parcel had been dropped off for me. I collected it and opened it in the secrecy of my room. There inside was an oblong box, similar in size to a grammatical case I had a twain of glasses. interior was a strip of 5 individual earn bubble clique, each containing just one contraceptive pill together with a fold up teaching note on how to use, potential side effects, etc. The whole thing looked very professional.

At the end of the shoemaker's last day, I returned home. The remained of the 2 weeks were killing and seemed to trail by. Paul occasionally sending me a subject matter, one was a picture of Marie, clearly laying on his bed, au naturel, quiescency, pegleg apart and cum leaking from her kitty. I missed her and this was more than I had initially planned, but the price seemed worth it to get the excess doses. Now all I had to do was observe a suitable candidate to test it on.

There was one item neighbor, who lived across the road, a span of home down from mine. She was a hot blond, I often noticed that she and her husband would frequently make on their front railway yard, he would cut the Gunter Grass and she would center on the bloom beds. She was Lester Willis Young, I estimated her to be in her mid-20s, one of those acrobatic types who, judging from her figure, would cause been into aerobic exercise and physical exercise at a gym somewhere. She often wore a army tank top and shorts, which occasionally would reveal a adequate cleavage when she bent forward.

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

I hopped in the car and headed out as if going to the local anesthetic stock, returning about 15 minute later. I pulled up alongside their house and lowered the window on the passenger incline. She was kneeling on a rubber mat, prodding at the ground with a small tool. Her hair was tied back and there were pearl of sudor on her forehead.

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

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

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

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

"I'm o.k. thanks, how are you ?"I responded,"it's a hot one today, recollect to stay hydrated"

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

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

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

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

I pressed the peak home

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

She nodded appreciatively

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

She was just wrapping up, quite sweaty, with beads of sweat trickling from her forehead. She wiped her boldness with the back of her hired hand. Her cooler top clung to her belly, the straps of her bra, somewhat grayed by the sweat, clung to her shoulders. Her kneepan were slightly soiled, the cutis indented where she had been kneeling.

I offered the glass to her and she took it from me, smiling as she politely thanked me.

"I'm Pat by the way, Pat Templeton, offering out my now spare paw"

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

"Look, why don't we step inside, it's tank there, I'll dry wash up first if you don't creative thinker ”, she offered, seeming to have warmed slightly from her usual unreachable nature.

We went into the house via the garage, and she offered me a tush at the kitchen table while she washed her paw. We continued having polite and neighbourly conversation over the adjacent few minutes. I learned that her hubby was a realtor and that she was a part-time administrator at a business district hotel. I grew touch that the drug didn't seem to be working, having already spent 10 hour since she finished the glass off. She had definitely been thirsty.

"smell, I hope you don't creative thinker, but I'm going to ask you to go now, I'm tired and going to go take a nap before Frank gets household ”.

Frank, I had learned was some 10 years old than her on his second marriage. I was right hand about her age though, at 25 she was definitely in her prime.



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

"Jacy, can you pick up my vox"

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

"Your hubby's called Frank, isn't he ?"

"Yes"

"who am I Jacy ?"

"You're Pat, my neighbor"

"Do you like Pat ?"

"He seems ok, he just brought me a tea, that was sort of him"

"and where are you right now Jacy ?"

"I'm habitation"

"household is a safe place to be, cipher bad happens to you here does it Jacy ?"

"Yes, family is a safe seat to be"

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

"Yes"

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

"No, I don't judgement"

"How do you sense right now Jacy ?"

"Relaxed"

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

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

"How is your sex biography ?"

"it's good"

"Do you enjoy sex ?"

"Yes"she responded without hesitation

"Yes, and you will take off to revel sex even more after today, in fact you will set out to finger horny all the meter"

"How often will you finger horny ?"

"all the sentence"

"That's right on Jacy"

"Do you love your hubby ?"

"Yes, very much"

"good"

"and have you ever been unfaithful ?"

"No, never, I would not do that"

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

Surprisingly, even in her semi-conscious receptive Department of State, she reached behind, unfastened her bra, and slipped the shoulder straps down her arm, before removing it from her front. This was new, it meant although I hadn't planned on it, it seemed that I could get her to do things even without her waking first. Her breasts flopped free, the tank car top clung to them, outlining their profile, her nipples now clearly visible.

"Now this is important, everything I tell you is going to look confessedly to you, you are going to commend what I tell you as if it is fact"

"Do you understand ?"

"Yes"

"In future you will get hold bandeau uncomfortable to wear and always prefer to not bear one"

"How do you feel about bras ?"

"they're uncomfortable ”, she replied

"yes, near"

"Now when you wake up you will not call back twice about the bra in your script because you took it off as it was uncomfortable"

"Why did you carry your bra off in front of Pat ?"

"Because it was uncomfortable"she replied

"You will start to love that people like to see you without a bra and will feel horny whenever anyone looks at your boob"

"yes"

"You will think of that you have been strongly attracted to your neighbor, Pat for quite some prison term"

"How do you feel about Pat"

"Strongly attracted to him"

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

"You will want to fuck him at every chance you get"

"What do you want to do with Pat ?"

"Have sex with him whenever I can"

"Good girl"

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

"yes"

"And you will sustain this a cloak-and-dagger from your husband because you don't want him to allow you"

"What will you do ?"

"livelihood it a secret from my husband"

"Good"

"Now when I count down from 3 you will stir up up, you will find the iced tea refreshed you and you will no longer feel tired, instead you will palpate really horny and want sex"

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

I turned to point out the doorway, not really intending to, but to try her programming, while the drug was still active agent in her system.

Jacy dropped her bra on the tabular array, got up and came over to me, her script resting on my arm

"You're not leaving yet, are you ? ”, she said

"I was about to, I thought maybe your hubby would be home soon"

"Not for a couplet of hours… it's just…"she didn't continue, instead reached up, grabbed my caput and kissed me. I kissed her back and our natural language searched each other out, the kiss becoming hungry, demanding.

"I want you"she whispered into my ear, a sense of urgency in her spokesperson,"I've always wanted you"

She took me by the script and seductively looked at me, leading me silently out of the kitchen and up the stair to her bedroom.

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

I pulled the scrunchie from her hair and yearn strands of blond hair cascaded down over her articulatio humeri and down her back. It was exquisite, soft, silken, a raw shade of sandlike blonde. I was rock heavily inside my shorts and her hired hand went to work unfastening the hold and zipper, dropping them to the floor along with my boxers. My shaft immediately bounced free, standing backbreaking and English-Gothic to my soundbox, She seemed desperate to be fucked.

I pulled her strappy little cooler top up over her titty and off over her capitulum, exposing her magnificent tits. Not as large as Marie's, but perfectly shaped, her dark pap standing proud.

She tugged my jersey off, tossing it away, I pushed her firmly and she fell back onto the bed, I grabbed clench of her shorts and step-in and dragged them over her hips and off over her fundament leaving her completely naked.

Her pussy was beautiful, a thin slit surrounded by puffy rim, it was glistening with her juices. A small strip of neatly trimmed blond hair just above, confirmed she was a natural blond. I parted her ankles and dived between her legs, licking at her, my lingua pressing into her back talk and up to her clitoris, circling it while simultaneously sucking at it. The odor of her puss was slightly sweaty from the gardening and being trapped in her step-in, but it tasted delightful. Jacy started whining and moaning, deep guttural groan, her body responding, her hip joint undulating, her ventilation quickened, getting deeper, her pussy streaming with juices that I endeavored to lap up. I continued tormenting her kitty-cat, watching her tit heave with her breathing, her eyes staring wide open. Her mouth was unfold displaying everlasting strips of glistening Stanford White teeth.

We kept this frantic activity up for several minutes, her hands clasping my head, when suddenly she clamped her thighs to my head and wailed as an orgasm shuddered through every sinew in her body.

I climbed up the bed, lifting her ankles over my shoulders and plunged into her hot wanton pussy, not wanting to neutralise time on a more gentle seductive approach. The pent-up frustrations of Paul having my married woman to do it had me prepare to fuck her hard and I was going to do just that. Her pussy was Divine ; tight, quick, and silky and so wet. She screamed again, as I started to Irish pound her, driving my cock oceanic abyss inside. As I sped up and started to really hammer her, her rose hip started bucking up to mine, her gym-toned muscles working overtime to keep up as we frantically fucked. I was taking my exercising weight on my arms and knee, using the full force of my pelvis to thrust into her. We were both heaving, almost breathless, gasping loudly for air, her groan were firm, tatty, more urgent, when suddenly she cried out again and she crashed into a major orgasm, her walls clamped around and milked my cock and a strong spray of her juice spewed out soaking my abdomen and second joint. I couldn't hold back and thrusting as far as I could into her, dumped unnumberable pulsing of cum bass inside her. I went dizzy, overwhelmed by the exertion and power of my own orgasm. I held myself inside her for as longsighted as I could, my putz still twitching but finally collapsed onto her before rolling off to her face. We both lay there panting for breath.

She turned her foreland and looked at me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We fucked various more than times over the next few days, sometimes at her sign of the zodiac, sometimes at mine. The sex was incredible, sometimes she would rally me like a banshee, totally lost in her own humanity of orgasmic dreamland. One nighttime she even knocked at my room access quite late on, apparently her hubby had sex with her but left her cross and was now"sleeping like a babe"in her password. I fucked her, pinned against the hallway wall, satisfying her lust-fuelled frustration. I knew it was a danger but fucked her anyway.

Then one day I noticed her working on her garden and saw that she was wearing a bra again. I guessed that the effects of the drug were wearing off. I didn't care too much, it had been slap-up and besides, it was almost time for Saul to return Marie back to me.

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

All seemed fine when she finally returned, lifespan was hopefully going to get back to pattern ; She didn't facial expression any uncollectible for all the fucking she'd no question received. It turned out that Paul the Apostle had sent her book binding with a software program for me. I went to the bathroom to open it and inside was a small vial, a couple of syringes, and an unsigned hand-written bank note. The note read"Use this one carefully, it's powerful. ‘ Bob Hope I can"borrow"her again soon. By the way, expect an unexpected guest ”. I was thrilled at receiving the injectable interlingual rendition and wondered if he intended it for the fictional"coach"I had told him about. I was more rum about who was going to work up as an unexpected guest.

We ate dinner as if nothing had changed and I quizzed her about whether we were expecting someone, but she denied knowing anything. No doubt Paul had set something up but programmed her to not remember. As if by some whirl of fate, about a week later, Marie and I were at the supermarket when we bumped into Jacy, or rather she bumped into me. Marie was busy searching for something further down the aisle when Jacy came up, grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear"I miss you"before drifting away, looking back with a coy, girlie expression, trying her best to stave off arousing Marie's suspicions. I looked at her incredulously, obviously the demo version had longer lasting event than either Saul or I anticipated.

spirit has a remarkable way of suddenly turning complicated and it reminded me of a verse that I once learned in school, it went"oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we recitation to betray".