My public figure is Pat aged, 30 and my wife, Marie and I had been married for a little over 10 long time, having met, fallen in love, and married early, some would say prematurely, while we were still studying in university. Now 29 years old, she was still in exceptionally good frame, almost as shipshape and attractive as when I had first met her, not skinny but not fat ; a size of it 10 with 34C female chest. She has longish silky brunette hair that descended just past her shoulders. However as practically as I had always wanted to and tried to get her to dress and acquit more sexily, she always seemed to prefer to groom somewhat conservatively, a small too conservatively for my gustatory sensation. She never dared to go without a bra and would always opt for well-heeled but pretty bikini expressive style, rather than sexy panties or thongs. Even if we went on holiday to Kingdom of Spain, she would opt for a sensible swimsuit or bikini and could never be cajoled into going topless, despite virtually of the women around us on the beach baring their chest for all to enjoy.

Although our sex spirit had been quite active voice at 20, over the last few eld it had dwindled away and had become much less frequent and more predictable. I'd sometimes tried to liven up our sex life and try to tempt her into being more adventuresome, but basically, she would do her best to avoid anything outside of a simple fuck once or twice a month providing that I recognized the right mo, usually a few days before her period. Don't ask me why, but the shortage of anything resembling a comely sex-life had taught me to observant and pay attending to the nicety and small indicant that sex might be usable to me if I played my cards right. attempt to awaken her at early times were usually rejected, with one of her regular excuses. Sex when it did pass off was mostly in a passive missionary position. Even a blow job was something she felt extremely uncomfortable about and so I never pressed her for that and anal was totally out of the inquiry. In my assorted efforts to reignite our love-life, I had even tried to get her occupy in sharing a porn videos to liven up the relationship a bit, but her interest or willingness to take in those was either met with despite or were short-lived. There was one video recording, however, where the unfolding write up was of a married woman who ended up having a abbreviated encounter with a stranger. I remember this because it stood out in my mind at that metre as she got much wetter than normal. Although not directly mentioning how aroused it had made her, I tried to press the edge on the rare juncture that we had sex and pursue the thought of her having sex involving another man, but this was swiftly dismissed as"pure fiction"and nil that would ever be considered in real life.

She had always been a fairly short sleeper and sometimes would wake during the Night, but more recently had even started to claim a sleeping pill having been to the doctor about her sleep problems. Personally, I was never sure whether this was just to aid her excuses or whether she really had a problem, but they certainly seemed to knock her out cold and once asleep, nothing much would really wake her. I must confess that once I could be sure that she was asleep, I would use this meter to fuck off and relieve the pent-up tautness, mostly choosing to fantasize about spying on her with another man as he seduced her.

thought back to my yr in university, around the metre when I first started dating Marie, I had shared a bland with a guy named Paul. I was studying data processor scientific discipline and Paul had pursuing a joint arcdegree in psychological science and Biochemistry, which, at that time, I thought was pretty weird. Now Alice Paul was a great guy, a mollify bear of a man ; true, extremely impertinent, with great sense of sense of humour. We quickly became the best of friends. Unfortunately, somewhere along the descent his gene pool had let him down and he had ended up sharing more than a release resemblance to Uncle Fester from the go kin, due in function to his bulky sizing and a condition known as alopecia universalis, which apparently had rendered him completely bald, without either eyebrows or eyelashes. He seemed to take a weird pleasure in frequently donning a foresighted brown pelage and adopting a creepy facial construction, making people stare as he did his advantageously to convince them that he was indeed the real Uncle fester. Sadly, these unfortunate device characteristic meant that he never really managed to retain a"rattling"girlfriend. for certain, he had plenty of female friends, but well-nigh seemed unwilling to look past his outer show and go the duplicate whole tone to suit classify as his lady friend. However, knowing him so well and the real person, he became a tight protagonist to both me and Marie.

After commencement exercise, Saul of Tarsus and I had gone our differentiate ways ; I had become a software engineer and Alice Paul got a placement doing something that he described as"a inquiry company ”. He never was too specific about that nature of his work apart from labeling it as"several variety of research ”.

For the first couple of days after Paul and I graduated, Saul would drive over every few months or so and we'd all go out together for a few drinks and a meal. Marie had kind of adopted him in her own way, accepting him as a harmless but close friend, who she genuinely seemed to like about. She felt sorry for him and had even tried to entice 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 abstract him up with somebody rarely survived past more than a semi-awkward first date.

Sometimes, on rare occasion I would notice Alice Paul checking Marie out, giving her a glancing tone that lingered just a little too long, as his eyes took in the visibility and particularly her shapely breasts, especially if for some reason or other, Marie's tit ( obscure to her ) had started to get vaguely noticeable through her bra, but to his quotation, he never overstepped the boundary and to be honorable I never minded him looking ; I always figured there was no hurt in him looking and it kind of amused me. It was obvious to me that in some path he fancied her too.

Anyway, leaving memories of university life behind and returning again to the current sentence, it had been more than a few years since we'd live on seen Paul. Over sentence we'd basically gone our separate shipway, having established our respective life history in different metropolis. However, out of the blue one dark we got a phone call. Marie answered and appeared felicitous to inform me that it was a call from Saint Paul. He was calling to say that he would be traveling to our town over the weekend for a work-related visit on Monday and suggested we go for a drinking and a meal together like old multiplication. Without waver we eagerly accepted, and both looked forward to catching up with him and freely offered our give up way instead of him having to stay put at a hotel.

When Friday finally arrived, we were preparing to go out, Marie returned to the bedchamber having taken a shower and washing her hair in a fairly bare Stanford White T-shirt bra and panty with a pinko lacy front jury and trim. She never seemed to be comfortable being completely naked in front of me anymore, but that was animation and I was becoming resigned to it. She pulled on a span of dark stay-up stockings that had the elasticated tops and would stick around up themselves without any manikin of suspenders. Being still winterish, she slipped her caput and branch through a white ribbed turtle-neck sweater, pulling it down as it clung to her soundbox, before stepping into a regal dingy mid-length, A-line skirt that came to just above her knees and a short-change blanched petticoat underneath. zero really sexy there, but it went together well as an outfit and really, she looked unspoilt in it ; the stretchy sweater clung to her complementing the silhouette of her chest, her dark brunet hair cascading down over her shoulders in a way that contrasted nicely against the T. H. White sweater. This kit had always been one of my personal dearie because I loved the way it accentuated her figure.

right hand on meter the doorbell chimed and there was Paul ; like us, a few pound heavier, but not so bad given his size and of path a few twelvemonth older than the hold up 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 townspeople to a popular pub and restaurant. The eve was just like the old daytime and time slipped by easily. We obviously had a lot to view up on and chew the fat about and both Marie and I wondered how his career was developing and in particular Marie was more worry in his social life or rather his dating living had developed since leaving university. Sadly, it seemed not to get changed so lots, with no one noteworthy relationship worth mentioning in his life. I was genuinely saddened and frustrated for him ; he was a good guy and deserved better, despite his slightly strange show. With not having to drive, the drunkenness flowed pretty steadily too. It was unusual for Marie to drink a good deal these days, being usually honorable to go with just one Gin and Tonic, but on this particular proposition night, Apostle Paul was clearly enjoying our renewed pub dark and for some reason seemed to be enjoying trying to get Marie tipsy ; Despite her lukewarm protestations, he would insist on keeping her glass refilled, returning from the bar with image whenever her meth neared vacate. By 10:00pm all three of us were surprisingly well on the way to being More than a little inebriated but as no one had to drive we really didn't like too very much.

Soon thereafter, having had our fill of the pub, we called a cab to take us back to home. By the time we reached home it was around 11:30pm but although the night was still relatively young, our days of partying until breakfast succeeding day as scholarly person were clearly well behind us ; instead we opted to relax and watch out a movie on the tv and of course of action to induce another potable. Marie was in an unusually happy mood, mostly from the drinkable, and volunteered to put together some snacks together as I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and poured her another somewhat generous G & T.

As I was pouring her drinkable, I noticed Marie take in a glass of water and, out of habit I guess, popped one of her sleeping pills from the hydrofoil pack. It had become an almost ritual procedure for her to do this each night around 11pm. I didn't think too very much about it, but with all the potable we'd had I doubted that she would even need her medication. If she had been a little less rummy, she probably would take rationalized that, herself, but before I had clip to say anything, she had already taken it. I did marvel whether it was wise and momentarily worried whether the intoxicant would feign it.

Returning to the lounge, Paul had settled himself into an armchair almost directly opposite the couch but angled towards the tv. I handed Saul of Tarsus his beer and took my place at the end on the sofa.

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

He hesitated for a few moments, debating in his creative thinker whether to unfold up about his work to me.

"…well, I shouldn't tell you, actually I could get fired and forged, I could even get sent to prison ”. He paused for what seemed the longest meter before continuing, but I've known you long enough to believe 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 least an enhanced version of a type of psychoactive drug, whose elementary function is to rapidly induct a rich and receptive hypnotic state. It's kinda hush hush and seems that let's say"has uses that certain concealment activities might obtain helpful ”.

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

"Actually…"he continued"… hallucinogenic plants have been used in tribal cultures for days to have spell like Department of State in rituals - that's not really hypnosis, but so-called shamans have been using them for years even as far back as the Romans ”.

Paul the Apostle adopted a more unplayful formulation as he slipped into his theatrical role of educating me on the evolution of these drugs, to which I dutifully nodded at appropriate here and now.

"You can think of it in a kind of way where something like happens when you 're nodding off to sleep and reach that fall state where you 're in between knowingness and sleep. Basically, there's almost an non-finite number of neural electric circuit and we've been researching and how to manipulate them… things that govern how the head responds to nation like concern, anxiety, brat and depression, etc.

"Some chemicals disrupt concentration and pull in it more difficult to perform high-functioning labor. Telling a lie actually needs concentration so people need to centralise more in order to think up a lie… when we disrupt their ability to imagine clearly it is harder for them to tell a lie. former drugs such as Sodium thiopental 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 subject 's memory clean and jerk so they knew nothing about what they said after waking up ”.

"What we've done is basically re-engineered these chemical substance to polish and coalesce the side personal effects so that instead of assumed retentivity, when administered appropriately we can implant storage we want them to own and yet still be wipe them of any computer storage of this being done to them ”.

He paused again

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

"I'm leading a team that's been genetically manipulating the plants that naturally produce these chemicals and now we've been able to engineer the chemicals into a more focus and actually more potent manikin that work more effectively and also in both guidance"

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

"well, instead of just getting someone to be more truthful when they answer inquiry, we can deepen their hypnotic state and then manipulate the drug's ability to trigger false memory board to subconsciously plant information that they accept as truth, I mean like our own truths. In other dustup what we tell them becomes firmly but subconsciously ensconced in their own judgement as the absolute truth."

I sat there pondering what Saul had just revealed to me and all the possibilities that could arise from the abuse of a drug like that. I imagined all variety of dangers from the wild possibilities like business executives being kidnapped and drugged to manipulate or interpose with business good deal or political form to intervene in elections ; the leaning of possibilities seemed endless.

"if we can get bass enough into multitude's thinker, it's even likely to be effective in counter-terrorism, such as being able to implant and build up alternate facts and ideologies, which the recipient of the drug will admit as verity, with the opening of turning even the most hardened terrorists against their own face ”. Paul continued…

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

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

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

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

"idk, I guess it won't hurt, just maybe build me fall asleep, but you guys will have to forgive me if I do that ”, she said semi-rhetorically and smiled before kicking off her wedge shoes, straightening her skirt under her branch, and settling in future to me on the sofa, her legs and metrical foot curled beside her.

Taking vantage of her somewhat hit it up but unexpectedly receptive temper, I tentatively put my arm around her and to my surprise she leaned against me and cuddled into me. I half smiled in reflex as my mind toyed with the idea that maybe I'd even be in luck tonight.

With my trim manus I grabbed the remote and started flicking through various movie channels 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 bound, finally settling for a rerun of"holdover ”. Somehow, although it had already started, it seemed to be innocent and mildly appropriate given our own increasing story of inebriation.

Time passed as we worked our way through our drunkenness, while St. Paul changed subject field and reverted back to chatting about less body of work related subject and bantered freely about our time at university, recounting various narration of him scaring youngster with his Uncle Fester caper, breaking off only to laugh from time-to-time at the unfolding series of events on the movie.

With her veracious shoulder pressed into me, my left arm extended across Marie's shoulders, hanging over her left wing shoulder, her hair pooling over it. I started to retrace my finger around the back of her ear and neck, caressing her lightly in a way that she used to like in our early solar day of dating, and would never fail to founder her horripilation on her neck and arms. More usually these days, even I was lucky enough for her to be so romantically disposed to cuddle into me, she would brush my hand away and just complain that it tickled.

Anyway, on this occasion the flurry of goose bump that I could feel under the tips of my fingers didn't seem to bother 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 anovulatory drug ; a fact that I found quite amusing.

Feeling both a little 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 erotic aspiration in her slumber and hopefully might just improve my luck later when we went to bed. The soft ghost and caressing of her neck were definitely resulting in goose bump. I let my forearm and wrist joint relax so that my hired hand flopped down and came to stay with my digit loosely resting on her boob. I could swear I felt her nipple had hardened below the sweater and lightly padded bra. Feeling encouraged, I tentatively encircled the outline of her teat, brushing it gently with the nail of one finger.

Around that time, I glanced over to Paul to comment about her falling asleep when I noticed him watching her. I was about to utter when he caught himself and quickly returned his gaze to the tv clearly trying to avoid looking in our direction. I looked down and saw the reason for Apostle of the Gentiles's stare ; even though she was wearing a bra, her mammilla were clearly distending the cloth of her bra and sweater.

"Haha, it 's ok Apostle Paul, I don't head you looking"I said almost jokingly,"I know you've always had a affair for Marie ”. Apostle Paul's font was a picture, 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 background to form of open up and immerse him right around that here and now. He determined to stave off eye middleman, instead fixing his gaze on the tv, while offering a string of apologies.

"Seriously, it's amercement Apostle Paul, really I don't mind. I'm sure Marie might object if she knew my best champion was staring at her pap, but she seems to be into a inscrutable sleep right now ”.

Saul sheepishly looked over in our direction and mischievously I cupped her boob firmly and pinched her tit through the framework layers between pollex and forefinger.

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

Saul of Tarsus 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 capitulum ;"I've known ever since university that you've had a thing for her titty, so go ahead, reckon all you want… allow it that you'd fuck her given half a chance"

Paul gave me a teasing expression, trying to decide whether it was safe to react 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 nether region ”.

"Actually Paul, I don't know why, but the thought of another man fucking Marie turns me on like crazy. I guess it's just that she's so unadventurous and conservative these Day. I wish she'd loosen up, but it's like she's lost pursuit in sex ”.

My idea by this point in time was starting to see other possibilities for the employment that Paul had been doing but based on what I'd already take about hypnosis I was still disbelieving about whether what Apostle of the Gentiles was telling me would work or not.

As I continued to play with Marie's breast, squeezing her mamilla 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 people do what they naturally would do, not like progress to them do overindulge that they didn't believe in ”. I countered with this nugget of public information.

"that's just the thing ”, Saint Paul continued undeterred by my disbelief,"what I was working on is how to make the drug substantial and more efficient, I mean really consider the mortal to a wholly other point where we can implant suggestion and replace even strong personal or socio-cultural barriers, religious beliefs, even question their own mother."

"are you bullshitting me ?"I was still disbelieving

"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 lulu is that they are totally unaware that it's been done to them ; we can even implant initiation phrase in their subconscious mind to trip them into remembering our proposition or wiping their computer memory of events and forgetting things ”.

I looked on attentively as he outlined his employment, my enthusiasm and wonder getting the dear of me, somewhat in awe at the oeuvre Saint Paul had somehow managed to get himself involved with."So why are you up in this parting of the state, I didn't know we had a ‘ Q'in the family."I laughed as looked around as though expecting Saint James attachment to look at any bit and tell me that I was going to be imprisoned for biography or bad, that he'd have to belt down me, now that he's revealed cloak-and-dagger information.

"That doesn't order me why you're up here on what you described as a concern slip"… my mind was conjuring up the possibleness of some secret chemical group operating covertly in my pocket-size town.

"Let's just say I'm meeting with some authoritative customer to demo how the drug whole caboodle and we'll leave it at that ”.

At that moment, albeit somewhat unsurprisingly reticent, Alice Paul turned his tending from the movie and returned his regard to the slow rhythmic advance and fall of Marie's chest as she breathed.

Knowing that my best Friend was staring at my overly reserved wife's tits had the storm outcome on me ; I was definitely getting a kick out of this. I adjusted the position of my paw and started to twinge the protruding nipple with the tip of my finger, to my pleasure it felt like it was swelling even further and becoming harder, clearly protruding. Saint Paul's face was a word-painting, his eyes riveted to the absolved evidence of my married woman's nipples.

"Marie has always had great mamilla, hasn't she Alice Paul ?"I volunteered, to which Paul nodded,"uhuh, yeah, I've never seen them, but I imagine they're perfective"he responded, adding"always thought you were a lucky bastard ”. A bill of caution, still lingered in his vox, obviously uncertain of exactly how just to respond to openly discussing my married woman's tits.

His obvious enjoyment in what he saw was apparent from the flush of color in his side, which was not be entirely attributable to the drink as well as the tent rising in his trouser. I continued to tweak Marie's nipple, enjoying not only their response, but also getting an immense rush out of Paul's obvious enjoyment to being freely capable to look at them and observe like a true Peeping Tom.

I froze and quickly lifted my fingers slightly from directly touching Marie's pap as she briefly started to move and grumble, worried that she would waken and then I would have to face her wrath for touching her like that in front end of Paul. I waited a here and now, but she was just stirring naturally ; her respiration confirming that she was still in a bass nap, no doubt the consequence of her cocktail of alcohol and sleeping pill.

tactile sensation reassured that it seemed less in all likelihood that she was about to suddenly arouse up and condemn me to a life sentence of the pits, and also feeling somewhat adventurous I decided to up the stakes of this piddling adult adventure a step further.

I continued to toy with and pinch her nipple but slide my barren hand down over her thigh and gently slid between her knees, managing to section them just enough to give me more admission, her knees falling to each position. Paul's gaze immediately lowered to her pegleg, where it was obvious that he could see ripe up her undecided skirt, past her stay-up stockings, and all the way to her E. B. White and pink lacy step-in. My own growing erection twitched involuntarily.

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

"sooo ”, I drew a breath and hesitated, still a little nervous about continuing, but my hormones and vision seemed to somehow discover the braveness."…you have sample of that clobber with you ?"I continued, almost in astonishment that such an nonplus drug was here under my own roof and not secured in some bunker a C level below ground.

"haha, actually yeah, I do, I brought respective doses just in case one wasn't enough during the demonstration… I think you could describe it as ‘ an teemingness of caution'like the politicians keep over-using on the tv ”, he smiled at his own humor, I guess as a way of deflecting from his feelings of precariousness that were looming given the instruction of our conversation.

As I continued to spellbind him by playing with Marie's tits, I went on to explicate the ins and outs and defect of our declining and somewhat sexless human relationship and the tensity that had created.

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

"more than that I guess, I want to see how far I could take this, maybe even to verify what she does and with who… like a governable loose woman. Actually, that's so far from who she is as a person, I kind of doubt that even the unassailable drug could not accomplish that ”.

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

"Can it be triggered by me so I can control it without her knowing ?"I asked, trying to understand the full moon scope of the hypothesis that were unfolding before me.

"Yes, and we can plant off-key retentivity and even make 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 spot that I was longing to get to."How would we do this ?"

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

I thought for a moment and suddenly got an melodic theme ; gesturing to Paul to come over to where I was, I added"why don't you swap position with me ? ”. He looked up at me, his eyes teasing as if to own not heard correctly and hesitated to propel."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 import, still very incertain of how this was going, before he got up from the death chair and came over. I did my best to stand up while still holding Marie's shoulder joint, taking the weight of her torso as best I could.

Paul sliding board into blank space and raising his arm as I had previously, I carefully released her to slant against him and took his place in the armchair. Paul's stretched out his arm and draped it across her articulatio humeri in a lot the same way as I had been doing but held back, his fingers not daring to touching her. I gestured to him again, trying to reassure him it was ok and finally he lowered his hand to rest on her breast. The sight of him holding her and touching her breast turned me on greatly and I could palpate the rigourousness in my shaft straining against my pants.

Gradually he allowed himself to touch and experience her breast, playing with her extended teat as they protruded through her bra and sweater in a similar way. Judging from the bulge in his bloomers, Alice Paul already had a raging erection that was twitching to the point where I was pretty sure that he was likely to cum inside his trouser. I gestured to him to swipe her sweater, so after a moment or two his free hand went to the bottom of her sweater and gradually eased it up revealing the pale skin of her stomach but stopping short of raising it further. Once again, I gestured to him to lift it further and after another pause, he raised it above her sweater revealing her bra. Despite the way they were shielded by the little padding, her nipples were clearly voiceless. I loved the idea that he was touching her breasts and especially as she had no material idea about it ; my warped desires were definitely getting the meliorate of me.

With one arm behind her neck and her hand resting on her titty, Apostle Paul continued fingering her mamilla through her bra while his other hand cupped and massaged her other white meat. 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 focussing, smiling and tried to take out her tit out from the confines of her bra, her pap popping over the top.

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

I smiled as Paul slid his give up hand slowly up her thigh… her gloomy skirt and slip bunching against his forearm as he reached further up her leg to the softness of her endanger hide on her thigh. He stroked her skin softly getting closer and closer to her panties. slue his paw further and pressed a finger through the fabric to her crotch, tracing the snatch and searching for her button, he started to implement pressure and rub gently. I swear I heard her moan. I watched mesmerized as he slid his finger around the loosely elasticated leg of her panties, slipping his finger inside and working them through the soft filament of her pubic hairsbreadth before gently parting her kitty lips. In the light from the tv I could clearly see the glistening of wetness from her the inner faithful they easily lubed his digit. Paul continued fingering her and rubbing and pausing momentarily, he withdrew his bridge player and held up his fingers to show me. He slid his script back into her panties and cupped his hand over her mound and slipped first one and then a sec finger's breadth inside, reaching to massage her interior and out. She moaned softly again in her sleep, her dead body still responding to the forcible impinging despite her being almost comatose.

I do n't know why, maybe I am just plain kinky, but watching Paul molesting her sexually and watching her getting aroused was turning me on like looney ; I was rock hard and had to centralise to not cum in my pants.

"fuck her Paul"I told him, seriously,"I know you want to ”.

He looked at me unfold mouthed at my offer,"of class I want to, I'd be insane to say no, I can't think of any guy who'd say no to an offer like that"…"it's just that, idk, it just seems so wrong ”, he retorted, but I could recount he wanted to too.

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

"OMG, Pat, that seems so wrong"Saul responded cagily"what if I get her pregnant ? ”. Saul of Tarsus clearly wasn't so drunk that he would throw all care to the wind.

"Really, I don't care… it's no problem to me, in fact the risk of that just makes it better"..."we've been planning a 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 lose all my senses and my power to opine rationally about next consequence but more than that, the bare approximation of her getting significant to individual else really made me crazy. It was like the ultimate drug.

Alice Paul maneuvered himself out from underneath, taking her head and shoulders and gently lowering her head to the cushion before taking her ankles and laying her legs out along the couch, making certainly to constituent them.

Apostle Paul, by now had his rock-hard cock and was slowly pumping it with one hand. His shaft was characterized by quite a pronounced bulbus psyche, which in some slipway even seemed disproportionate to the thickness of his slam, which was far from slender and I assessed as slightly longer than my own. Clearly whatever his DNA lacked in heed to his alopecia, it had generously made up for in his physical attributes. 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 waistcloth of her step-in, tugging more to get them over her butt joint, and sliding them down her stage, lifting one animal foot out, leaving them dangling from the ankle of the other.

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

"yes"I retorted emphatically.

Saint Paul climbed onto the couch between her branch, which he lifted one by one, placing her articulatio talocruralis over each articulatio humeri and lined the forefront of his cock between the back talk of her pussy. He looked back at me one more clip before pushing forward into her. He moaned, enjoying the tight, warm, yet naturally lube pussy of my wife and started to relieve deeper into her with each stroke. He could barely stop himself. Marie's pussycat wrapped around his prick, taking in his bulbus head and sealing plastered around his dig. She groaned clearly feeling him penetrate her but still not enough to rouse her from her quietus. He started to slowly and rhythmically have a go at it her.

Alice Paul managed a passionate"OMG, her pussy flavour so amazing ”, as he bottomed out trench in Marie's pussy…"I just wish she was awake and wanting to do this herself ”. He grunted a few more times, each time getting more and more energetic in his thrusts.

"Are you sure you want me to cum in her ? I'm really worried about doing that"he added, but still continued to fuck her.

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

Apostle Paul thrust a few more clock time and then suddenly pushed in severe, groaning as jet after jet of cum spurted into her, He hadn't lasted that long, but dam it was hot to watch.

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

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

Alice Paul climbed off the couch and standing over her head, squeezed out the net drop-off onto her partly opened mouth."wasteland not desire not"he quipped, clearly more relaxed.

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

After pulling his trouser back on, Paul took my place 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 load all over her aspect and hair. Bra and sweater. I had no idea how I was going to cleanse her up, but at that moment that was the shoemaker's last thing on my mind. Ropes of cum exploded from me, shooting over her rim, eyes, into her hair, and over her dresser. She looked like a come slut.

I looked at my innocent wife and the trail of cum that now had started seeping into her sweater and bra and was trickling in a little rill down the incline of her cheek. She looked so aphrodisiac laying there.

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

"That was beyond amazing"I said.

"Sure was"said Paul, who had joined me in admiring the mess we had made."It feels fantastic to jazz her… you are one golden illegitimate child ”."I just wish she'd do that when she was come alive ”.

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

I was about to continue when Paul interrupted me.

"hold on a moment, one affair at a clock time, this isn't click your finger or click a switch and suddenly Marie turns into a nymphomaniac"

St. Paul 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.

"First off, I will birth to founder her a stimulant to defeat the impression of the boozing and the sleeping pill she took ”."She's going to wake up, not totally, but I can't be for certain that she won't get hysteric when she realizes what we've just done to her ”.

"Then we need to administrate a small injectant that will act like a the true serum. We'll use the effects of that to uncover her feelings, thoughts, and impression basis or moral, so that we know what we have to ferment with and get over ”.

"The final step will then require another injection to compound her state and open her brain to replace those opinion with the ones we want her to have and the memories we want to plant, including any phrases you want to use to re-invoke the cryptical receptive body politic that she would be in whenever you feel necessary ”.

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

By now my sum was pounding with all the possibility that my perverse imaginativeness was adequate to of coming up with."Totally sure Paul, absolutely, go for it ”.

"There's no turning back once we start down this route, Pat ”, Saul cautioned,"you've got to be ready for the outcome, good or bad"…"are you totally sure about this ? ”. He looked over making mastermind eye tangency with me.

"yes ! ”, I replied insistently.

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

"Now, this world-class stroke will just lift her out of her sleep-state, just enough for her to be responsive, although she will probably be confused. instant later, I will kick in her a pellet of the first drug to spend a penny her more reactive to questioning and ensure her answer are truthful ”.

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

"Of course I'm sure ”, I retorted, nodding, my voice clearly a little spoil with what I considered to be Paul being over cautious. I knew he was also timid about what we were planning to do, but we'd been friends long enough to trust each former explicitly.

He leaned over and inserted a short, fine needle into her neck and carefully emptied the contents 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 answer questions ”.

Within seconds Marie started to bring up, stretching and rubbing her heart. She was clearly starting to wake as the rachis of her deal rubbed cum across her face. She stared at it, clearly confused about its wet slimy texture.

Just as she was about to wonder her office, Alice Paul administered the second shot and almost instantly she drifted into a somewhat dazed DoS, no longer paying attending to what she had found or her nation of undress.

Apostle Paul waited a few moment, signaling me to continue quiet.

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

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

"what's your name ?"…"it's of import that we launch some anchor gunpoint, some reality for her to hold on to"

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

"That's right, your friends call you Marie, only citizenry who call you Marie are your champion, other masses call you Mrs Templeton"

"Yes, that's right"

"So, you trust your friends Marie ?"

"Mostly, yes, of course I trust them"

"commodity, it's important to be capable to believe your acquaintance"

"Your hubby Pat is your protagonist, isn't he ?"

"Yes"

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

"Yes, you're a very good protagonist"

"and where are you right now Marie ?"

"I'm home"

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

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

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

"Yes, I love my plate, home is a safe stead to be"

"So you're in a rubber place, surrounded by commodity friends, so you feel perfectly safe do n't you Marie ?"

"Yes"

"Tell me how you feel"

"I feel perfectly safety because I am at home with my husband and a practiced booster"

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

"No, I don't mind"

"How do you feel right now Marie ?"

With that Marie's face flushed and she giggled softly to herself before answering

"I feel a short 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 timelessness before she answered. Paul gave me a reassuring look and gestured for me to rest affected role and silent.

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

"and what do you do when you feel horny ?"

Again, Marie paused as if struggling with the intimidating affaire of answering the question.

"I masturbate"

"Do you like to jack off ?"

"Yes"

"do you have fantasies ?"

"yes"

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

Marie paused again

"hole-and-corner sex"

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

"yes"

"who don't you want to fuck ?"

"My married man"

"why do you not want your married man to roll in the hay ?"

"I don't want to ache him"

"does the melodic theme of having sex in secret excite you ?"

"yes"

"so, where do you wank ?"

"In the bath"

"Why do you wank in the bath ?"

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

I looked quizzically at Paul as I tried to immerse my pride yet remained infinitely curious about the stretch insights into my wife's intimate habits.

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

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

"Because he might need sex"

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

"Sometimes"

"I get threadbare, I get press at work and habitation and just can't be bothered with it ”.

"Is that why you dress more conservatively ? So as not to rick your hubby on ?"

"yes"

"are you on birthing control Marie ?"

"No"

"Why are you not on parentage control, Marie ?"

"because we might be prosperous and set out a family ?"

"do you require to get pregnant ?"

Marie hesitated for what seemed like the longest fourth dimension

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

"does the risk of getting pregnant panic you ?"

"no"

"do you like taking risk of infection"

"yes"

"why do you like taking risk of infection ?"

"exciting"

"would having unprotected sex be a hazard ?"

"yes"

"would having unprotected sex with individual be exciting ?"

"yes"

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

"Yes"

I was shocked by this Apocalypse, my psyche rapidly racing through the hypothesis of who my wife had given blow jobs to.

"when was that ?"

"when I was in heights school"

"Did you like to blow his peter Marie ?"

"No !"the no was somewhat emphasized

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

"it made me gag"

"did he cum in your mouth ?"

"Yes"

"did you like the taste of cum in your oral cavity ?"

"No"

"so if a guy cums in your lip, 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 private parts of her judgment and the powerful effects that this drug was clearly having on her.

"In a way, yes"

"Did you have secret sex with someone ?"

She hesitated again…

"yes"

"When was that Marie ?"

"shoemaker's last year"

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

"Who was the affair with ?"

"Robert"

"and who is Robert ?"

"a guy at employment"

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

"Did you find it exciting ?"

"yes"

"did you transport pictures of yourself to Robert ?"

"Yes"

"were you dressed in these picture show ?"

"No"

"So, he saw you naked in the pictures ?

"yes"

"how did that relieve oneself you feel ?"

"Naughty"

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

"yes"

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

I gestured Paul to go on.

"did you have sex with him ?"

"No"

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

"I felt shamed"

"Because of Pat ?"

"Yes"

"why did you finger guilty ?"

"I don't want to hurt Pat"

"Do you love Pat ?"

"Yes"

"Were you thinking of leaving Pat ?"

"No, never"

"So are you still talking to Robert ?"

"No"

"Why did you turn back talking to Robert ?"

"Because I didn't want to hurt Pat"

"So it's over now ?"

"Yes"

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

"Do you like Saul ?"

Apostle of the Gentiles spoke to her almost as a third individual, a degage voice even though strangely, he was talking about himself.

"Yes, St. Paul is our protagonist"

"Do you think Paul is sexy ?"

Marie giggled

"Not really, he's kinda scary, but he's really gracious once you get to recognize him"

Alice Paul smiled and winked at me

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

"Yes, I trust Paul"

"what would you finger if you saw Apostle Paul looking at your knocker ?"

"I would feel awkward"

"Why would you feel awkward ?"

"because he's a friend"

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

"not really"

"do you mean you have good breasts ?"

"they are ok"

"What size are your bosom Marie ?"

"34C"

"and do you always wear a bra ?"

"yes"

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

"because guy would stare"

"and how would that make you sense ?"

"uncomfortable"

"why does it reach you feel uncomfortable ?"

"because my nipples get arduous"

"do you mean that turns you on ?"

"yes"

"would that be wrongfulness ?"

"yes"

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

"shy"

That was my conservativist Marie

"why would you not require Paul the Apostle to see you without a bra ?"

"Because he might get turned on"

St. Paul seemed to be subject matter with that answer and gestured to me that it was clock time to pass him the following syringe.

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

"Yes"

"You know they won't hurt you ?"

"Yes"

"Now you are going to finger a little prick, but you will understand that you are perfectly rubber"

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

Alice Paul took the 2nd syringe and deftly gave a shot into her neck, massaging the topographic point with his thumb. He waited a moment as Marie stopped talking and she visibly slumped into the shock absorber with a glazed look.

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

"yes"she responded, her voice barely discernible, her oculus closed.

Paul lifted each lid in turn and took her pulse.

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

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

"no answer"

"do you learn me Marie ?"

"yes ”, her vocalization responded somewhat weakly.

"You're in a glowering place, but you feel loosen, comfortable, and dreamlike place, you feel safe because you're with admirer"

"Whenever you hear Pat or Saul's part when you're in this dark, relaxing and comfortable lieu it will make you feel secure"

"ok"

"Whenever you hear Pat or Saul of Tarsus speak the words ‘ Marie, sleepytime'you are going to immediately give back to this dark topographic point. This dark, easy, relaxing and safe place and your mind will be open to everything the voice tells you ”.

"Do you understand ?"

Marie nodded, uttering an almost innaudible"yes"

"When you are in this res publica, you are going to accept everything your married man or Saul tell you as truth and this will supplant any remembering you already have about this… do you understand ?"

"Yes"

"and when your hubby uses the tidings ‘ Marie reboot'you will block everything that has happened from before those wrangle and your previous memories from before tonight will return… early memories will seem like just a distant ambition, fleeting and unreal, just your imaginativeness playing tricks on you… do you realise ?"

Marie remained still for a few here and now

"yes"

"and when your husband or I tell you"Marie, wake up ! ”, your mind will climb out of its deep sleep and sense as if you just dozed off a few minutes ”.

"Now listen to my voice carefully Marie, I am going to separate you some important thing that you need to remember"

"OK"

"Now you will draw a blank Robert, this Robert guy never even existed, he was just a fleeting fantasy and will not rejoin to your memory board"

"yes"

"Instead you will retrieve that you have been exchanging email with Paul and chatting to him online."

"What have you been doing ?"

"I have been chatting with our friend Saul of Tarsus online"

"Your conversations with Saul of Tarsus have become more intimate and you can remember enjoying Apostle Paul's emails"

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

"how would it constitute you feel to send naked pictures to Paul ?"

"excited"

Marie flushed a trivial red.

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

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

"How will you start to find Marie, when you are around Paul ?"

"Thomas More and More horny"she mumbled, her case distinctly flushing

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

"yes"

"How do you feel about Saul ?"

"I want to take in sex with him"

"Does that idea excite you ?"

"Yes"

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

"Yes"

Marie started to squirm a small as she was being held, obviously she was getting turned on even in this deep mesmeric state.

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

Apostle of the Gentiles looked at me shocked, his centre 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 turn on for me.

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

Marie's look looked hesitant, so Saint Paul reaffirmed the command.

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

"but I might get pregnant"Marie said, managing some small-scale oddment of electrical resistance

"Marie, you know that you might get pregnant but in fact, the jeopardy of getting meaning increases your fervour and makes you even more ruttish"

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

"excited"she mumbled

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

"yes"

"when Apostle of the Gentiles seminal fluid in you, how will it ready you sense"

"a bit scared"

"how does taking the danger of getting significant make you feel ?"

"excited"

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

"you will be hungry for that type of climax, in fact you will find that you love feeling horny and that you feel horny almost all of the time"

"You love your husband"

"Yes"

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

"no"

"You want him to enjoy your renewed feelings of being horny"

"yes"

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

"how often will you masturbate Marie ?"

"Every day"

"that's right… and future you will not cover 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 hubby. You will feel comfortable sleeping naked"

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

"I will feel fine about it"

"will you savour him admiring your consistence ?"

"yes"

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

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

"yes"

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

"Yes"

"And you will start to savour giving blow-jobs, in fact you want to be upright at giving blow task and will want to practice every day"

"yes"

"What will you want to recitation every day ?"

"to give blowjobs"

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

"and when soul comes in your rima oris you will find that you enjoy the appreciation, and let it linger on your tongue before swallowing it"

Paul looked up in my centering

"Anything else ?"Saul of Tarsus mouthed to me, his expression letting me know that we have more or less done sufficiency for now and seeking my permission to terminate the reprogramming.

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

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

"from now on you will feel uncomfortable wearing a bra, you prefer a more natural impression. You enjoy the tending of cat looking at your chest and no longer feel shy or reserved about it"

"how do you feel about wearing a bra ?"

"uncomfortable"

"and when you do n't bear a bra, your pap will become naturally more sensitive and you will enjoy that they add to your sensation of feeling horny"



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

"excited"

"Now tonight when you go to bed you will not wear upon any clothes to bed, you enjoy sleeping raw"

"Yes, I enjoy it"

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

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

"horny"

"you will find a new self-assurance and will need to be adventuresome"

"How will you feel Marie ?"

"Adventurous"

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

"and will experience so excited about it"

"what will you feel Marie ?"

"excited about sex with Paul"

"it will feel lifelike to receive Pat and Paul make sexual love to you"

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

"yes"

"you will find that the first matter be that you want to do for Paul is break him a blow job"

"A blow job ”, Marie giggled a minuscule

"and how will that fix you sense"

"excited"

"and when you have sex with St. Paul, how will that make you feel ?"

"wondrous"

"and you will want Paul to cum inside you"

"yes"

"and you will need more and more sex with Apostle of the Gentiles"

"yes"

"you want to feel both turncock inside you at the same time"

"yes"

"do you like anal retentive sex Marie ?"

"no"

"why not ?"

"that seems nasty"

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

"how will anal sex make you finger ?"

"excited"

"you will discover anal sex particularly shake up and set about to need it more"

"yes"

Paul seemed quenched with the final result of his scheduling and grinned at me."we can build on this later at any meter"he whispered to me.

"now Marie, after I count down from 3, you will drift into a deeper rest, but in a few instant or so you will come alive up, and when you wake up you will remember nothing 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 font, or on your apparel or experience anything except you had a deep sopor"

"yes"

"and when you wake up, you will palpate unwind and exceptionally horny"

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

"really horny"

"and you will desire to suffer sex with St. Paul and Pat"

"yes"

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

"yes, the best"

"now I am going to depend down from 3 and a few mo later you will initiate to inflame up"

Paul the Apostle counted down slowly

"3…2…1"

With that, Marie slumped into a late sleep.

Apostle of the Gentiles 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 breast back inside her bra and pulled the sweater 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 fingers he was still holding up"I hope you're sure about this"responded Paul, still somewhat overstrung about what we'd just unleashed in her."Don't worry though, I've programmed her so that we can untie everything tomorrow and bulge out afresh without even using the drugs ”.

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

Paul and I switched spot again and I replaced my arm around her in more or less the Lapp military position as when she had fallen asleep.

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

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

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

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

"no dearest, of course not, Saul's our ally"

With that she kissed me deeply on the rima oris, her tongue searching for mine as her manus went straight to my genitalia, rubbing my already firmly erection pressing inside my pants.

She broke the kiss and turning to seem at Paul with a flirty formula, she patted the sofa on the other position of her.

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

St. Paul grinned and easing himself out of the armchair, he swiftly joined us on the couch. Marie immediately turned to him and kissed him full-on, on the lips, kissing him passionately, like a couple of highschoolers. Alice Paul clearly reveling in the moment, kissed her back, their tongues visibly playing with each other. Her other hand went to Apostle Paul's fork, rubbing him.

Almost simultaneously, Paul and I reached for her perspirer pulling it up over her tit, Marie breaking their kiss momentarily as she raised her arms to let us rive it up over her top dog, her hanker dark hairsbreadth cascading back over her shoulders. This was definitely not the demure Marie I had spent the last 10 class married to.

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

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

With her own two handwriting, tucking her thumbs into the loosened waistband, she grasped her skirt and moorage, sliding them down her legs before kicking them off to the floor, leaving herself in her pink lacy panty and stay-up stockings. She looked so dam sexy in that moment.

belief emboldened I reached with both hands for her panties and forcibly ripped them apart, the fine lace gore tearing easily. With an extra tug, the gusset of her panties tore away, leaving her pussycat fully exposed, her wetness clearly evident. This seemed to enflame her even more as Marie's finger's breadth fumbled with Saul of Tarsus's bloomers, unfastening them, lowering his zip fastener and reaching inside to release his already slopped stopcock. Marie dove down onto it, engulfing it between her lips as she sucked it deep into her mouth, slurping and bobbing her school principal rhythmically, each prison term 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 legs, parting them more and slither my hand up her leg to her kitty, sliding maiden my index finger inside and then two others ; she was sopping wet. Releasing herself from Paul's putz, she turned to me and kissed me deeply, her fount flushed with mania. She reached down and similarly tugged my cock free of my pants before engulfing it with her mouth, sucking and licking it like a total pro.

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

Lining himself up with her from behind, Paul pushed the head of his cock inside her and with one virgule, pushed deeply inside her. I thought Marie was going to burn my dick off as she clenched her sassing around it. Marie was moaning and gurgling as if in total extasy as Paul started to pierce enthusiastically in and out of her, each time driving back hard into her. As he continued, Marie got more and more carried away, her groan now a good deal louder I could feel the vibration of her throat on my rooster, intensifying the sense datum, her white meat swinging beneath her with each poking. Paul too was clearly in a very frantic state, pushing harder and deeper each time. second later he stiffened and grunted as he unloaded deep into her fertile deepness and what almost simultaneously, maria groaned, and her torso shuddered vigorously as she too came hard. With the sight of Apostle Paul cumming inside her coupled with her moans and pulsating body was too much for me and I erupted spontaneously into the rachis of her throat. Marie gulped and swallowed as jet after jet of cum scene into her mouth.

We stayed in our various view for several here and now, breathing hard, waiting for the aftershocks to tranquillize and a sense of reasonable N to return. Ange turned over, facing up and lay down almost bare with her oral sex in my lap and her legs stretched along the sofa across Alice Paul's legs, her breasts still heaving as she breathed, a blissful expression on her face as though she was no longer shy of laying naked in the sight of two men, sweat on her forehead making some of her hair stick to her face, the eternal rest tumbled to either side.

Paul the Apostle reached out and started to very gently rub down Marie's button and finger her, making her squirm.

"nooo, too tender, no no no"she exclaimed, so 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 time, it was already past times 3:00am, and we were all satiated, enjoying the afterglow of what to me had been a truly exciting experience. We had lost rails of fourth dimension.

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

Paul and I nodded in correspondence and we all headed up the step to bed, Marie slightly ahead of us, I noticed a trickle of cum seeping down her interior second joint. She looked so damned sexy.

Paul winked at me"I told you it was powerful"… we just grinned at each other about the unspoken hypothesis of what we now had.

I shed my clothes hopped into bed, while Saul headed into the guest elbow room, which happened to be opposite the elbow room to our door. Marie climbed into bed alongside me, still naked. She flicked off her bedside light and with eyes closed. Her body brushed against my arm as she snuggled into me."Good night beloved"she whispered almost affectionately as we both quickly drifted into sleep.

The next forenoon, I started to wake up up and focus 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 client elbow room door. I heard repress sounds coming from downstairs so as quietly as I could, made my way down the step and carefully headed towards the kitchen.

Just before I entered, I caught a glance of Marie and Paul. Marie was dressed in a wanton silky robe that she had for some clock time but never wore. The gown came down to her second joint and the silky cloth clung to her accentuating her curves, her struggle glow with that freshly showered look.

Marie was bent on nerve down over the kitchen mesa, rocking back and forth as Paul pounded her from derriere, doggie style. She was moaning and cried out"omg Paul, I'm cumming, I'm cumming"and with that started to spasm as a powerful orgasm rocked through her consistence, her juices squelching as Alice Paul grunted and pushed hard into her with a final drive as he began pumping his seeded player into her vulnerable pussy. They stayed locked together for a few present moment before Saint Paul pulled out from her.

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

I crept back to the stairs and made a spot of making my measure more audible.

When I entered the kitchen, you would never sustain known that she had just been fucked. Her robe was pulled loosely around her, clinging in places to her curves. I mused that she presumably had cum leaking out of her kitty and running down her thighs. Again, I felt myself harden.

Marie turned, handing Alice Paul a cup of coffee.

"good aurora sleepy, I made deep brown for us all"she said trying her practiced to sound normal but attempting to cross up the fact that she had just been fucked.

With Marie's back to me I glanced at Paul and he glanced back winking and silently mouthing"Tell you later"to me. Marie turned and handed me a cup of coffee with a smile of ingenuousness that had I not known anything would sustain convinced me that all the events of the Nox had been in my imagination.

Placing the umber on the table, I pulled Marie to me and kissed her deeply on the lips, immediately pressing my lingua into her mouth. She responded instantly, kissing me back hungrily. She was still horny, and I loved it. I slid the robe off her shoulders, and it slid down her torso to the ground. She was completely naked.

prehension her assertively by the paw, I ushered her out of the kitchen and indicating Paul to follow, led her back up the stairs to our way. Normally Marie would give 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 back telling her to straddle me and face the bottom of the bed towards Paul. She squatted over me ready for me to penetrate her, but I slipped my fingers inside lubricating them well with the mix of juices that glistened over my fingers and smeared it liberally over her virgin asshole, my index digit pushing inside. Pulling her down onto my raging erection, I slipped easily inside her pussy while my finger's breadth continued to form on her ass, sliding in one and then 2 fingerbreadth as I slowly stretched her.

Marie started to instinctively jounce up and down on my cock, increasingly moaning with each stroke. I lubed both my thumbs on her succus and pushed them inside her ass opening it still further. She felt incredibly tight, but it seemed that her corporeal fluids were all I needed to lubricate her sphincter. Marie leaned forward and as Apostle of the Gentiles approached the end of the bed, she took his cock in her mouth and started to lactate him. He soon started to get hard again. Marie continued to have intercourse and suckle for several minutes, gasping for breathing spell every now and again and increasingly was fucking my hammer with my thumbs still working their way into her innards. Not wanting to cum just yet, I stopped her and pulled out of her snatch, maneuvering her to a to a greater extent good squatting position, I lowered her down aiming her rosebud right over my cock. I pressed into her and she flinched, letting out a little yelp as the head of my cock forced open her ass, but she never tried to break off me. Instead, she willingly pushed downwards onto it… another first for Marie.

As I pushed deeper into her ass, I grasped her shoulders and pulled her back onto my chest, forcing myself deeper, so that she was laying, face up along my trunk, my tool buried mystifying in her bowels. The sensation was unreal, so pie-eyed and soft, I had never been capable to carry Marie to let me anywhere near her ass before, even the slender soupcon of my fingerbreadth would freak her out, often triggering the end of lovemaking for the night. This new experience had me almost set to explode in import but fortunately I was still able to hold back. Marie was moaning and relishing in this new experience, mewing and moaning. I could almost sense her physical structure experiencing a ecological succession of tiny orgasms with each pushing into her.

I guess St. Paul already knew where this was heading as he moved forward without encouragement, massaging his already operose cock in his hand, and maneuvered between our stage, lifting and separating Marie's ankles before pressing into her. Given that my peter was already tightly wedged up her ass, she was much tighter and even though she was sopping wet, he literally had to crowd hard to get his prick inside her. The sensation of feeling another man's rooster separated only by a dilute membrane was uncanny at number 1 but at the same time it excited me beyond words to retrieve that Marie was now taking 2 peter for the first sentence ever.

"OMG so big… so full, don't stopover, don't period"she was muttering over and over as we found our rhythm method of birth control and started to really love her. As she was laying stretched out on top of me, I could palpate every muscle and every earth tremor of her body. 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 rub down her breast, pinching her nipples and holding them up for Paul, who bent forward and started sucking on them. Marie was gibbering away"OMG OMG"before suddenly letting out an ear-piercing scream as a massive orgasm ripped through her shuddering body. The volume was too a great deal for Saint Paul and he erupted inside her, causing Marie to orgasm hard a further meter, sweat pouring from her, juices flowing out and down both her and my second joint. Feeling Marie's spasming and Alice Paul's pecker impulse and twitching inside her, I could not oblige back any prospicient and erupted rope after roofy of cum deep into her bowels.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed, our tool slipped out of her as she rolled off me, still panting, a dazed flavour in her center, her nude consistency still trembling. She turned to me and first kissed me deeply before turning to Paul. This was so far from the Marie that had been my demure, conservative wife I had been married to for the past 10 years, she was a sex goddess and I intended to enjoy every moment of it.

Over the course of the day, Paul 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 fairly sure as shooting Paul felt the same. It was as if Marie was constantly ruttish and always bequeath. She had even collected various hickies on her titty. We had even sent Marie into her dark position and instructed her to remain bare and not shower down, consequently she spent much of the day with crusty run of cum down her thighs. She even spent the night sleeping with Paul.

Eventually, Monday daybreak came around and we all had employment to go to. Time to switch her programming once again. We were sitting around the tabular array in our robe, savoring our first cup of coffee of the day, when Saul of Tarsus adopted his assertive voice,"Marie, sleepytime ”, which instantly sent her into her wickedness place.

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

"my Friend"

"in force girl"

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

"yes"

"after the count of 3 you will awake up and feel refreshed, you will take a shower and get ready for piece of work"

"yes"

Apostle of the Gentiles counted down and Marie came back to the submit, continuing our universal morning chat, as if cipher had happened.

As the chocolate finished, Marie excused herself and went up to get gear up. Fortunately, my commute was far brusque, and I still had time.

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

"Definitely"replied Paul with a big grin.

"Just be thrifty what you wish for. You have the index to make 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 things that I'd love to see her get into, so I might well try them out on her ”.

"just be careful, ok ?"Paul reminded me in all distressfulness but given that I had the ability to change matter, I felt pretty safe.

I rustled up some breakfast for us all, which passed smoothly, Marie more or less back to her normal self, genteel, Conservative, but noticeably a little more affectionate with me. She had changed out of her robe and came back into the kitchen wearing her study outfit ; a dark, knee duration skirt and sweater but she clearly had no bra on, which immediately gave me an erection. I could only guess the smell on the faces of her male colleagues.

Finally, we said our bye-bye and went off to commence study. It was going to be an interesting future.

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