My relationship with Marie was evolving rapidly. I got a strange, some may say perverted, kick out of manipulating my wife to take sex with former men and she was now pregnant with her brother's child. I hadn't realized that I would so enjoy the cuckold experience until it happened. These 24-hour interval, I could possess sex with Marie any metre I wanted, so I found that getting her to hold sex with other guys added some zest to our relationship. The only trouble was that I wanted more and as with so many thing you desire, once you have them, you end up getting bored and want to try something new, something you perceive as undecomposed.

I wondered quite how far I could take this, even to the extent of trying to influence the sex life of other multitude. I found the notion quite stimulating and there were several the great unwashed I would make loved to control ; the only problem was that I didn't have access to to a greater extent 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 cajole him into letting me get a supply of the drug. I pondered this for several days 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 jump at the prospect of spending a weekend with her as his own living sex-toy. That still left the challenge of how to carry him.

I decided to send Marie on her own, but that would have to be at his invitation, or he might mistrust something. Having time alone with her, he might be more open to persuasion and let his guard down a bit. I set about planting the seeds and as Marie had already been conditioned to enjoy sex with him, I planted the estimation in her promontory that she had missed having sex with him and would therefore kickoff exchanging messages and e-mail with him, send him sexy pictures of herself. She would lead him up to the point where he might invite the both of us to visit.

Over the course of the succeeding few hebdomad, Marie followed my conditioning to the letter, starting off with a pair of simple emails and building up to the pointedness where she was exchanging schoolbook with him various multiplication a day. Eventually he messaged about what a shame it was that he couldn't get away and that we lived such a long aloofness from him. Perfect.

I set the next stage of the plan into seat and got Marie to tell him that I would be attending an IT conference and she would contrive to come with me. Saul of Tarsus was caught and hoped he would have luck to spend unequalled clock time with her while I was attending the conference.

It was still early in her gestation, so I didn't have to worry about Paul the Apostle finding out, but decided to juice thing up a bit. During the metre 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 get it on her brains out, but by now I didn't caution. She was my ticket to a supplying of Paul's top-secret drugs.

The messaging continued and a couple of week later, we packed our cup of tea and headed to the drome. We had agreed to meet up for a dinner at a eatery Saul of Tarsus had picked out. I sent Marie on ahead to meet St. Paul at the restaurant and I changed at the hotel before heading over myself. Alice Paul and Marie were already there waiting as the managing director showed me to their board. It was amazing how seamlessly Marie seemed to have slipped into her new role as Paul's wife, greeting me with a candy kiss on the cheek before taking her seat next side by side him.

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

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

The repast was pleasant, 3 friends chatting freely together, sharing the occasional gag and getting well-situated around each former again. At one point Marie disappeared to the john, leaving Paul and me alone.

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

"Why do you think I programmed her to believe she's your wife, Paul… enjoy having her to roll in the hay, no problem"

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

"when is the conference over"he asked

"In 3 Day, starting tomorrow"I replied

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

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

"Sure, I would jump at the probability, 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 king, you got it"

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

"That's a big petition Pat, not surely I can stretch to that, I could go to jail if anyone found out"

"How about if I said you could observe her for two weeks ? ”, 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 problem is, Paul, there's this bitch at workplace, who's always stealing my musical theme and innovations and claiming them for her own. Now she's been made a manager and is always complaining to direction about my work… she's always making my life difficult, and I need to change that, and a twain more I can believe of ”. The altogether story was complete fable, but it seemed to be plausible.

"So how many Cupid's itch are you thinking of ?"

"I don't know… maybe 3 or 4"

Apostle Paul gulped ,.

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

Paul the Apostle pondered my request for a few consequence, weighing up the opportunity of spending a pair of weeks fucking my married woman and the risk of being caught

"feeling, he said, we've got an functionary demonstration kit, it's got 5 Lucy in the sky with diamonds in it… they work almost as effectively, but the answer don't shoemaker's last anywhere near as long as the dose 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 sampling for soul"

"It's also a lot simpler, this interpretation is taken orally, it's tasteless and untraceable, so there's no motive to put on the line complications. The injection version requires a sealed know-how, but the present pill are a good deal simpler ”.

"Deal ! ”, I whispered to him… I sure as shooting wish it lasted longer, but I'll take it"

"One more thing…"I added,"Marie only has a bound turn of getup with her, so you'll have to take her shopping and buy wearing apparel"

"Ok, contact me after the league and I'll let you have a demo kit… and don't worry, I'll reset her programming when I send her home"

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

We said our goodbyes and Marie left with Paul. Of course, there was no conference, so I just spent the 3 solar day hanging around in the hotel and doing a bit of trammel sight-seeing. On return to the hotel, the phone illumination was blinking and I after checking for subject matter, learned that a computer software 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 to a pillowcase I had a couple of glasses. inside was a strip of 5 item-by-item readable guggle packs, each containing just one pill together with a folded educational activity note on how to use, possible position effects, etc. The unanimous thing looked very professional.

At the end of the last day, I returned family. The remained of the 2 weeks were killing and seemed to hale by. Paul occasionally sending me a message, one was a impression of Marie, clearly laying on his bed, nude, quiescency, legs apart and cum leaking from her kitty. I missed her and this was Thomas More than I had initially planned, but the price seemed worth it to get the special doses. Now all I had to do was find a suitable prospect to test it on.

There was one particular neighbour, who lived across the route, a duo of houses down from mine. She was a hot blonde, I often noticed that she and her husband would frequently work on their look railyard, he would cut the grass and she would focus on the flower bottom. She was youth, I estimated her to be in her mid-20s, one of those athletic types who, judging from her bod, would have been into aerobics and workouts at a gym somewhere. She often wore a tank top and shorts, which occasionally would expose a decent segmentation 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 unreached. This added to my impulse 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 ice 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 store, returning about 15 mo later. I pulled up alongside their house and lowered the window on the passenger face. She was kneeling on a rubber mat, prodding at the ground with a little tool. Her tomentum was tied back and there were beads of fret on her forehead.

"tone like thirsty study"I said in a friendly, mirthful way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She peered into the car, trying to ascertain whether I was just being some jerk trying to pick her up, or was genuinely just being the well-disposed neighbor.

"I'm hunky-dory thank you ”, she replied,"I don't want to be an incommodiousness"

I pressed the distributor point home

"No problem, spirit, I'll just park up and consume these food market inside and pop back in a few minutes… and don't worry, you can devolve 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 glass and topped them up with ice. I got the box of pills and popped one out of its babble pack, dropping one into one of the spyglass. It fizzed and disintegrated as it floated around the top. Within seconds it had vanished completely, a one bubble all that remained as a tincture. I added a slice of lemon tree to her drinking glass, to clear sure I didn't confuse them and headed over.

She was just wrapping up, quite sweaty, with pearl of sweat trickling from her forehead. She wiped her face with the back of her hand. Her tank car top clung to her abdomen, the strap of her bra, somewhat grayed by the fret, clung to her shoulders. Her kneecaps were slightly soiled, the skin indented where she had been kneeling.

I offered the deoxyephedrine 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 supererogatory hand"

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

"smell, why don't we step inside, it's cooler there, I'll wash up number one if you don't psyche ”, she offered, seeming to give warmed slightly from her usual unapproachable nature.

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

"tone, I hope you don't thinker, but I'm going to ask you to go now, I'm tired and going to go consume a nap before Frank gets habitation ”.

weenie, I had learned was some 10 class older than her on his second base wedlock. I was redress about her age though, at 25 she was definitely in her prime.



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

"Jacy, can you listen my voice"

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

"Your husband's called wiener, 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 rest home"

"abode is a safe billet to be, nil bad happens to you here does it Jacy ?"

"Yes, abode is a safe place 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 mind"

"How do you feel right now Jacy ?"

"Relaxed"

"Yes, relaxed is a squeamish intuitive feeling when you've worked so operose on your garden"

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

"How is your sex living ?"

"it's honest"

"Do you relish sex ?"

"Yes"she responded without vacillation

"Yes, and you will initiate to enjoy sex even more after today, in fact you will pop to finger horny all the clock time"

"How often will you feel horny ?"

"all the prison term"

"That's veracious Jacy"

"Do you have it off your husband ?"

"Yes, very much"

"skilful"

"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 centripetal 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 gear. Her tit flopped free, the army tank top clung to them, outlining their profile, her nipples now clearly visible.

"Now this is significant, everything I tell you is going to seem truthful to you, you are going to call up what I tell you as if it is fact"

"Do you understand ?"

"Yes"

"In succeeding you will find bras uncomfortable to wear and always prefer to not wear out one"

"How do you experience about brassiere ?"

"they're uncomfortable ”, she replied

"yes, good"

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

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

"Because it was uncomfortable"she replied

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

"yes"

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

"How do you feel about Pat"

"Strongly attracted to him"

"Yes, that's right, and you will find you'll do anything to have 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 chance that sex with Pat is even better than with your married man, in fact you will find your husband less stimulating and only manage to cum when Pat is fucking you"

"yes"

"And you will keep on this a hugger-mugger from your husband because you don't want him to get out you"

"What will you do ?"

"Keep it a hugger-mugger from my hubby"

"good"

"Now when I count down from 3 you will wake up, you will ascertain the iced tea refreshed you and you will no longer finger tire, instead you will feel really randy and want sex"

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

I turned to channelize out the door, not really intending to, but to essay her programming, while the drug was still active in her system.

Jacy dropped her bra on the mesa, got up and came over to me, her manus 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 couple of hours… it's just…"she didn't continue, instead reached up, grabbed my head and kissed me. I kissed her back and our tongues searched each other out, the kiss becoming hungry, demanding.

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

She took me by the hand 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 deal groped at one of her breasts. She moaned softly.

I pulled the scrunchie from her pilus and long strand of blond hair cascaded down over her shoulder joint and down her spine. It was exquisite, voiced, slick, a lifelike shade of flaxen blond. I was rock hard inside my short and her hand went to make for unfastening the clasp and slide fastener, dropping them to the storey along with my underdrawers. My putz immediately bounced relinquish, standing hard and perpendicular to my body, She seemed desperate to be fucked.

I pulled her strappy slight armored combat vehicle top up over her breasts and off over her oral sex, exposing her magnificent tits. Not as large as Marie's, but perfectly shaped, her non-white mamilla standing proud.

She tugged my T-shirt off, tossing it away, I pushed her firmly and she fell back onto the bed, I grabbed clutch of her short circuit and panties and dragged them over her pelvic arch and off over her animal foot leaving her completely naked.

Her kitty was beautiful, a thin puss surrounded by puffy lips, it was glistening with her succus. A small comic strip of neatly trimmed blond hair just above, confirmed she was a born blond. I parted her ankles and dived between her legs, licking at her, my glossa pressing into her back talk and up to her clitoris, circling it while simultaneously sucking at it. The scent of her pussy was slightly sweaty from the horticulture and being trapped in her panty, but it tasted delightful. Jacy started whining and moaning, rich guttural moans, her body responding, her coxa undulating, her breathing quickened, getting deeper, her pussy cyclosis with juices that I endeavored to lap up. I continued tormenting her pussy, watching her breast heave with her breathing, her heart staring extensive open. Her mouth was open displaying complete strips of shiny white teeth.

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

I climbed up the bed, lifting her articulatio talocruralis over my shoulders and plunged into her hot wanton pussy, not wanting to waste metre on a more blue seductive approach path. The pent-up thwarting of Saint Paul having my wife to fuck had me fix to fuck her hard and I was going to do just that. Her pussy was divine ; tight, warm, and silky and so wet. She screamed again, as I started to pound her, driving my dick oceanic abyss inside. As I sped up and started to really hammer her, her pelvis started bucking up to mine, her gym-toned muscularity working overtime to restrain up as we frantically fucked. I was taking my weight unit on my blazonry and articulatio genus, using the to the full force of my hips to thrust into her. We were both panting, almost breathless, gasping loudly for air, her moan were substantial, trashy, more pressing, when suddenly she cried out again and she crashed into a major coming, her walls clamped around and milked my stopcock and a firm spray of her juice spewed out soaking my abdomen and thighs. I couldn't hold back and thrusting as far as I could into her, dumped countless pulses of cum deep inside her. I went dizzy, overwhelmed by the exertion and business leader of my own climax. I held myself inside her for as farseeing as I could, my peter still twitching but finally collapsed onto her before rolling off to her side of meat. We both lay there panting for breath.

She turned her head and looked at me

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

The tabu of having just fucked my neighbour's gorgeous wife added to my good sense of accomplishment, even if it had only been because of her programming. 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 spend a penny job 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 tie"

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

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

We fucked several to a greater extent times over the succeeding few twenty-four hour period, sometimes at her menage, sometimes at mine. The sex was unbelievable, sometimes she would ride me like a banshie, totally lost in her own domain of orgasmic dreamland. One nighttime she even knocked at my door quite late on, apparently her husband had sex with her but left her disappointed and was now"sleeping like a baby"in her words. I fucked her, pinned against the hallway rampart, satisfying her lust-fuelled frustration. I knew it was a risk 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 time for Paul to pass Marie back to me.

I texted Apostle Paul and asked him how it was going. A few minutes later, my speech sound buzzed with a message back from him."incredible time, she's insatiable… I'll send her back with a footling something extra ”. 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 fine when she finally returned, biography was hopefully going to get back to normal ; She didn't look any worsened for all the fucking she'd no dubiousness received. It turned out that Paul had sent her backrest with a package for me. I went to the bathroom to spread it and inside was a small ampoule, a couple of syringes, and an unsigned hand-written note. The notation read"Use this one carefully, it's herculean. ‘ Leslie Townes Hope I can"borrow"her again soon. By the way, expect an unexpected client ”. I was thrilled at receiving the injectable variant and wondered if he intended it for the fancied"managing director"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 nil had changed and I quizzed her about whether we were expecting someone, but she denied knowing anything. No doubt St. Paul had set something up but programmed her to not remember. As if by some gimmick 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 meddlesome 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 avoid arousing Marie's misgiving. I looked at her incredulously, obviously the demo version had longer lasting effects than either Paul or I anticipated.

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