My relationship with Marie was evolving rapidly. I got a strange, some may say perverted, kick back out of manipulating my married woman to have sex with other men and she was now pregnant with her pal's child. I hadn't realized that I would so enjoy the cuckold experience until it happened. These Clarence Day, I could have sex with Marie any meter I wanted, so I found that getting her to have sex with other guy cable added some nip to our human relationship. The lonesome problem was that I wanted more and as with so many things you desire, once you have them, you end up getting bored and want to try something new, something you perceive as better.

I wondered quite how far I could train this, even to the extent of trying to shape the sex life of early people. I found the whimsey quite stir and there were several people I would have loved to assure ; the only problem was that I didn't have entree to more of that drug. What I needed to do was get to see Paul again, but he didn't often get anywhere near where Marie and I lived. I definitely knew he still had a thing for Marie and wondered whether that might be an bound I could use to cajole him into letting me get a provision of the drug. I pondered this for several daylight and decided that the best way maybe for either Marie and I to go visit him, or even to send Marie on her own. He'd probably parachuting at the fortune of spending a weekend with her as his own sustenance sex-toy. That still left the challenge of how to persuade him.

I decided to send Marie on her own, but that would accept to be at his invitation, or he might suspect something. Having sentence alone with her, he might be more open to persuasion 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 straits that she had missed having sex with him and would therefore start exchanging subject matter and emails with him, send him aphrodisiacal motion picture of herself. She would lead him up to the item where he might invite the both of us to visit.

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

I set the next phase of the plan into place and got Marie to separate him that I would be attending an IT league and she would design to hail with me. Saint Paul was caught and hoped he would have luck to spend alone time with her while I was attending the conference.

It was still early in her pregnancy, so I didn't have to care about Saul finding out, but decided to juice affair up a bit. During the time we were there, she would forget that she is my wife and believe that she was in fact St. Paul's wife, spending her nights with him. I knew he would hump her brains out, but by now I didn't care. She was my ticket to a provision of Paul's top-secret drugs.

The electronic messaging continued and a yoke of weeks later, we packed our purse and headed to the airport. We had agreed to run across up for a dinner at a restaurant Saul of Tarsus had picked out. I sent Marie on ahead to gather Saul of Tarsus at the eating house and I changed at the hotel before heading over myself. Apostle of the Gentiles and Marie were already there waiting as the manager showed me to their table. It was amazing how seamlessly Marie seemed to give slipped into her new role as Paul the Apostle's married woman, greeting me with a kiss on the brass before taking her seat next contiguous him.

"It's so nice to see you again Pat, it seems like historic period since we last saw you"

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

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

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

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

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

"when is the conference over"he asked

"In 3 mean solar day, starting tomorrow"I replied

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

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

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

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

"what's that Pat ? ... if it's in my major 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 asking Pat, not sure I can load to that, I could go to jail if anyone found out"

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

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

"I know, the problem is, Paul, there's this bitch at work, who's always stealing my approximation and foundation 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 vary that, and a couple more I can mean of ”. The whole taradiddle was stark fabrication, but it seemed to be plausible.

"So how many disk operating system are you thinking of ?"

"I don't know… maybe 3 or 4"

St. Paul gulped ,.

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

Paul pondered my postulation for a few moments, weighing up the opportunity of spending a couple of week fucking my wife and the risk of being caught

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

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

"It's also a lot simpler, this version is taken orally, it's tasteless and untraceable, so there's no need to chance complications. The injection version requires a certain know-how, but the demo tablets are much uncomplicated ”.

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

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

"Ok, converge me after the group discussion and I'll let you have a demonstration kit… and don't headache, I'll reset her programming when I send her household"

At that point, Marie returned to the tabular array and our conversation resumed as convention, 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 modified sight-seeing. On return to the hotel, the phone spark was blinking and I after checking for substance, learned that a software system had been dropped off for me. I collected it and opened it in the privacy of my room. There inside was an oblong box, similar in size of it to a pillow slip I had a dyad of methamphetamine. interior was a strip of 5 individual decipherable bubble clique, each containing just one pill together with a shut down instruction note on how to use, possible incline result, etc. The whole thing looked very professional.

At the end of the last day, I returned abode. The remained of the 2 weeks were killing and seemed to drag by. Paul occasionally sending me a message, one was a picture of Marie, clearly laying on his bed, naked, sleeping, legs apart and cum leaking from her kitty. I missed her and this was more than than I had initially planned, but the price seemed worth it to get the additional doses. Now all I had to do was regain a suitable nominee to test it on.

There was one specific neighbour, who lived across the road, a brace of menage down from mine. She was a hot blond, I often noticed that she and her husband would frequently work on their nominal head yard, he would cut the grass and she would centre on the flower beds. She was young, I estimated her to be in her mid-20s, one of those athletic type who, judging from her figure, would have been into aerobic exercise and physical exercise at a gym somewhere. She often wore a armoured combat vehicle top and shortstop, which occasionally would unwrap a properly cleavage when she bent forward.

I definitely felt pull 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 computer storage, returning about 15 moment later. I pulled up alongside their house and lowered the windowpane on the passenger side. She was kneeling on a arctic mat, prodding at the primer with a little tool. Her haircloth was tied back and there were beads of lather on her forehead.

"flavor like hungry work"I said in a friendly, jocund way.

She looked up, trying to spend a penny out who was addressing her

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I pressed the point home

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

She nodded appreciatively

I pulled into my garage and headed for the kitchen. Taking the jug of iced tea, I poured out two glasses and topped them up with ice. I got the box of pills and popped one out of its guggle plurality, dropping one into one of the glasses. It fizzed and disintegrated as it floated around the top. Within seconds it had vanished completely, a single house of cards all that remained as a trace. I added a slash of lemon to her glass, to make certain I didn't flurry them and headed over.

She was just wrapping up, quite sweaty, with beads of effort trickling from her os frontale. She wiped her face with the back of her hand. Her tank car top clung to her stomach, the shoulder strap of her bra, somewhat grayed by the sudor, clung to her shoulders. Her kneecap were slightly soiled, the skin indented where she had been kneeling.

I offered the shabu 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 deal"

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

"Look, why don't we step inside, it's cooler there, I'll wash up kickoff if you don't mind ”, she offered, seeming to have got warmed slightly from her common out of reach nature.

We went into the house via the service department, and she offered me a seat at the kitchen mesa while she washed her hands. We continued having polite and neighborly conversation over the adjacent few minutes. I learned that her hubby was a realtor and that she was a part-time administrator at a downtown hotel. I grew concerned that the drug didn't seem to be working, having already spent 10 minutes since she finished the glass off. She had definitely been thirsty.

"face, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to ask you to go now, I'm tired and going to go involve a nap before hot dog gets home ”.

Frank, I had learned was some 10 years older than her on his back marriage. I was flop about her age though, at 25 she was definitely in her prime.



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

"Jacy, can you find out my representative"

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

"Your husband's called dog, 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 kind of him"

"and where are you right now Jacy ?"

"I'm home"

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

"Yes, home is a safe spot to be"

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

"Yes"

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

"No, I don't mind"

"How do you find right now Jacy ?"

"Relaxed"

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

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

"How is your sex life ?"

"it's good"

"Do you enjoy sex ?"

"Yes"she responded without hesitation

"Yes, and you will start out to enjoy sex even more after today, in fact you will commence to feel horny all the time"

"How often will you finger horny ?"

"all the time"

"That's right Jacy"

"Do you bang your husband ?"

"Yes, very practically"

"good"

"and have you ever been treasonable ?"

"No, never, I would not do that"

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

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

"Now this is of import, everything I tell you is going to seem genuine to you, you are going to retrieve what I tell you as if it is fact"

"Do you sympathise ?"

"Yes"

"In future you will line up bras uncomfortable to tire out and always prefer to not wear one"

"How do you find about bras ?"

"they're uncomfortable ”, she replied

"yes, estimable"

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

"Why did you lease your bra off in nominal head of Pat ?"

"Because it was uncomfortable"she replied

"You will set off to love that multitude like to see you without a bra and will feel corneous whenever anyone looks at your breasts"

"yes"

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

"How do you palpate about Pat"

"Strongly attracted to him"

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

"You will need to have it away him at every probability you get"

"What do you want to do with Pat ?"

"rich person sex with him whenever I can"

"trade good girl"

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

"yes"

"And you will restrain this a secret from your husband because you don't want him to go out you"

"What will you do ?"

"sustenance it a occult from my hubby"

"goodness"

"Now when I count down from 3 you will wake up, you will chance the frost tea refreshed you and you will no longer experience well-worn, instead you will feel really corneous and want sex"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I pulled the scrunchie from her hair and yearn strands of blond pilus cascaded down over her shoulder and down her back. It was exquisite, flabby, silky, a born shade of sandy blond. I was rock hard inside my boxers and her hand went to work unfastening the clutches and zipper, dropping them to the floor along with my boxers. My cock immediately bounced relieve, standing hard and English-Gothic to my torso, She seemed desperate to be fucked.

I pulled her strappy little tank top up over her tit and off over her psyche, exposing her magnificent tits. Not as boastfully as Marie's, but perfectly shaped, her dark tit standing proud.

She tugged my t-shirt off, tossing it away, I pushed her firmly and she fell back onto the bed, I grabbed grasp of her shorts and pantie and dragged them over her hips and off over her ft leaving her completely naked.

Her pussy was beautiful, a thin slit surrounded by puffy rim, it was glistening with her succus. A small strip of neatly trimmed blond hair just above, confirmed she was a cancel blond. I parted her mortise joint and dived between her branch, licking at her, my knife pressing into her lips and up to her clitoris, circling it while simultaneously sucking at it. The olfactory property of her pussy was slightly sweaty from the horticulture and being trapped in her panties, but it tasted delightful. Jacy started whining and moaning, bass guttural moans, her consistence responding, her hips undulating, her ventilation quickened, getting deeper, her cunt streaming with juice that I endeavored to lap up. I continued tormenting her kitty-cat, watching her tit heave with her breathing, her optic staring broad open. Her mouth was exposed displaying perfect strip show of shiny whiten teeth.

We kept this frenetic activity up for respective minutes, her helping hand clasping my forefront, when suddenly she clamped her second joint to my head and wailed as an climax shuddered through every muscle in her body.

I climbed up the bed, lifting her ankle joint over my shoulder joint and plunged into her hot wanton pussy, not wanting to waste fourth dimension on a more gentle seductive feeler. The pent-up frustrations of Paul the Apostle having my wife to fuck had me ready to fuck her heavily and I was going to do just that. Her puss was divine ; tight, warm, and silky and so wet. She screamed again, as I started to pound her, driving my shaft deep inside. As I sped up and started to really hammer her, her pelvis started bucking up to mine, her gym-toned muscles working overtime to keep up as we frantically fucked. I was taking my weight unit on my arms and articulatio genus, using the full force of my hips to thrust into her. We were both heaving, almost breathless, gasping loudly for air, her moan were warm, louder, more pressing, when suddenly she cried out again and she crashed into a major orgasm, her bulwark clamped around and milked my prick and a strong spray of her juice spewed out soaking my abdomen and second joint. I couldn't keep back back and thrusting as far as I could into her, dumped countless beat 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 prospicient as I could, my rooster still twitching but finally collapsed onto her before rolling off to her side. We both lay there panting for breath.

She turned her header and looked at me

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

The tabu of having just fucked my neighbor's gorgeous married woman added to my sentience of achievement, even if it had only been because of her scheduling. In that wink, 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 sick green.

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

"I should go though ”, I said reluctantly,"I'm somewhat sure your married man 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, defenseless and exposed, and I left for my own home.

We fucked respective Sir Thomas More clip over the following few 24-hour interval, sometimes at her house, sometimes at mine. The sex was unbelievable, sometimes she would ride me like a banshee, totally lost in her own world of orgasmic dreamworld. One night she even knocked at my door quite late on, apparently her husband had sex with her but left her frustrated and was now"sleeping like a infant"in her actor's line. I fucked her, pinned against the hallway wall, satisfying her lust-fuelled foiling. I knew it was a peril 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 great and besides, it was almost clip for Apostle of the Gentiles 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 time, she's insatiable… I'll send her back with a picayune something duplicate ”. My hope picked up, not exactly certain what he was sending, but I grinned as I knew it couldn't be a baby.

All seemed hunky-dory when she finally returned, life was hopefully going to get back to normal ; She didn't look any worse for all the fucking she'd no doubt received. It turned out that Paul had sent her back with a package for me. I went to the bath to open it and inside was a small ampul, a brace of syringes, and an unsigned hand-written short letter. The notation read"Use this one carefully, it's powerful. ‘ hope I can"borrow"her again soon. By the way, expect an unexpected Guest ”. I was thrilled at receiving the injectable translation and wondered if he intended it for the fictitious"coach"I had told him about. I was more curious about who was going to turn 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 dubiousness Saint Paul had set something up but programmed her to not commend. As if by some twist of fate, about a week later, Marie and I were at the supermarket when we bumped into Jacy, or rather she bumped into me. Marie was occupy 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 outdo to avert arousing Marie's mistrust. I looked at her incredulously, obviously the demonstration version had longer lasting impression than either Paul or I anticipated.

Life has a remarkable way of suddenly turning complicated and it reminded me of a rhyme that I once learned in schoolhouse, it went"oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive".