My human relationship with Marie was evolving rapidly. I got a strange, some may say perverted, kick out of manipulating my wife to give birth sex with other men and she was now pregnant with her crony's child. I hadn't realized that I would so enjoy the cuckold experience until it happened. These days, I could ingest sex with Marie any time I wanted, so I found that getting her to have sex with other guy wire added some tang to our relationship. The only problem was that I wanted more and as with so many matter you desire, once you have them, you end up getting bored and want to try something new, something you perceive as better.

I wondered quite how far I could aim this, even to the extent of trying to influence the sex life of early mass. I found the whim quite hasten and there were various people I would have loved to control ; the only job was that I didn't have access to Thomas More of that drug. What I needed to do was get to see Paul again, but he didn't often get anywhere near where Marie and I lived. I definitely knew he still had a matter 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 respective twenty-four hour period 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 start at the chance of spending a weekend with her as his own living sex-toy. That still left the challenge of how to persuade him.

I decided to send Marie on her own, but that would have to be at his invitation, or he might mistrust something. possess time alone with her, he might be more loose to sentiment and let his precaution down a bit. I set about planting the seeds and as Marie had already been conditioned to enjoy sex with him, I planted the idea in her head that she had missed having sex with him and would therefore get-go exchanging substance and emails with him, send him aphrodisiacal pictorial matter of herself. She would result him up to the point where he might invite the both of us to visit.

Over the trend of the side by side few weeks, Marie followed my conditioning to the letter, starting off with a couple of simple-minded emails and building up to the point where she was exchanging school text with him various times a day. Eventually he messaged about what a disgrace it was that he couldn't get away and that we lived such a tenacious distance from him. Perfect.

I set the adjacent phase of the programme into place and got Marie to tell him that I would be attending an IT conference and she would design to come with me. Paul was caught and hoped he would have chance to spend lone time with her while I was attending the conference.

It was still former in her maternity, so I didn't have to worry about Apostle of the Gentiles finding out, but decided to juice matter up a bit. During the prison term we were there, she would forget that she is my married woman and believe that she was in fact Paul's married woman, spending her nights with him. I knew he would have it off her brains out, but by now I didn't attention. She was my ticket to a supply of Paul's top-secret drugs.

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

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

Marie was so convince, 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 joke and getting comfy around each other again. At one decimal point Marie disappeared to the can, leaving Saul of Tarsus and me alone.

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

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

"just yield in mind she's permanently horny so pretend sure you fuck her brains out ”, I said laughing.

"when is the conference over"he asked

"In 3 days, starting tomorrow"I replied

"shame"he replied,"I would pay anything to keep her longer ”.

I saw the opportunity to get some leverage and jumped at it."How would you wish to hold on her money box the end of the week ?"

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

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

"what's that Pat ? ... if it's in my big businessman, you got it"

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

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

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

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

"I know, the problem is, Paul, there's this bitch at work, who's always stealing my theme and innovations and claiming them for her own. Now she's been made a manager and is always complaining to management about my work… she's always making my aliveness unmanageable, and I need to change that, and a duad more I can believe of ”. The all narrative was complete fiction, but it seemed to be plausible.

"So how many sexually transmitted disease are you thinking of ?"

"I don't know… maybe 3 or 4"

Saul gulped ,.

"You'd be doing me a huge favour, Saul of Tarsus, seriously"I added

Paul pondered my asking for a few moment, weighing up the probability of spending a couple of week fucking my wife and the risk of being caught

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

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

"It's also a lot simpler, this reading is taken orally, it's tasteless and untraceable, so there's no pauperism to adventure ramification. The injection version requires a sure know-how, but the demonstration pad of paper are much simpler ”.

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

"One Thomas More thing…"I added,"Marie only has a bound number of outfit with her, so you'll have to take her shopping and buy clothes"

"Ok, fulfill me after the conference and I'll let you have a demonstration kit… and don't headache, I'll reset her programing when I send her home"

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

We said our goodbye and Marie left with Paul the Apostle. Of row, there was no conference, so I just spent the 3 days hanging around in the hotel and doing a bit of modified sight-seeing. On return to the hotel, the phone luminousness was blinking and I after checking for messages, learned that a package had been dropped off for me. I collected it and opened it in the secrecy of my room. There inside was an oblong box, similar in sizing to a case I had a pair of specs. Inside was a slip of 5 case-by-case vindicated bubble clique, each containing just one birth control pill together with a folded educational activity note on how to use, possible side effects, etc. The whole thing looked very professional.

At the end of the last day, I returned home. The remained of the 2 weeks were killing and seemed to drag by. St. Paul occasionally sending me a message, one was a picture of Marie, clearly laying on his bed, bare, quiescence, legs apart and cum leaking from her pussy. I missed her and this was more than I had initially planned, but the price seemed Charles Frederick Worth it to get the excess venereal disease. Now all I had to do was find a worthy candidate to test it on.

There was one particular neighbor, who lived across the road, a mates of houses down from mine. She was a hot blond, I often noticed that she and her married man would frequently cultivate on their front man pace, he would cut the grass and she would focus on the heyday bottom. She was Brigham Young, I estimated her to be in her mid-20s, one of those athletic types who, judging from her build, would have been into aerobics and workouts at a gym somewhere. She often wore a tank top and short pants, which occasionally would discover a becoming cleavage when she bent forward.

I definitely felt attracted to her, but whenever we had spoken briefly in the past, she had always seemed to be unapproachable. This added to my 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 iced tea in the fridge and saw an opportunity to try and invite her over.

I hopped in the car and headed out as if going to the local store, returning about 15 instant later. I pulled up alongside their house and lowered the window on the passenger side. She was kneeling on a rubber mat, prodding at the ground with a lowly instrument. Her haircloth was tied back and there were beads of swither on her forehead.

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

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

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

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

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

"I will, I was just about to go inside and imbibe some piddle"

"Look, …"I said, testing the waters."I've got some iced tea in the electric refrigerator if you'd care for a glass ?"

She peered into the car, trying to see to it whether I was just being some dork trying to beak her up, or was genuinely just being the friendly neighbor.

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

I pressed the head home

"No job, looking at, I'll just park up and take these grocery inside and pop back in a few minutes… and don't trouble, you can return the spyglass whenever it's convenient"

She nodded appreciatively

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

She was just wrapping up, quite sweaty, with beads of swither trickling from her os frontale. She wiped her font with the dorsum of her hand. Her tank top clung to her abdomen, the shoulder strap of her bra, somewhat grayed by the stew, clung to her shoulders. Her kneecap were slightly soiled, the skin indented where she had been kneeling.

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

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

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

"Look, why don't we step inside, it's ice chest there, I'll wash up number 1 if you don't judgment ”, she offered, seeming to make warmed slightly from her usual unapproachable nature.

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

"Look, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to ask you to go now, I'm tired and going to go acquire a nap before Frank gets rest home ”.

Frank, I had learned was some 10 years Old than her on his sec man and wife. I was the right way about her age though, at 25 she was definitely in her prime.



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

"Jacy, can you hear my voice"

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

"Your married man's called Frank, isn't he ?"

"Yes"

"who am I Jacy ?"

"You're Pat, my neighbour"

"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 dwelling"

"place is a safety lieu to be, nil bad happens to you here does it Jacy ?"

"Yes, home is a good place to be"

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

"Yes"

"So, you do n't beware answering a few question, do you ?"

"No, I don't creative thinker"

"How do you finger right now Jacy ?"

"Relaxed"

"Yes, relaxed is a squeamish 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 small more searching with my questions.

"How is your sex life ?"

"it's safe"

"Do you enjoy sex ?"

"Yes"she responded without hesitation

"Yes, and you will start to revel sex even more after today, in fact you will take up to find horny all the time"

"How often will you finger horny ?"

"all the metre"

"That's good Jacy"

"Do you love your husband ?"

"Yes, very much"

"sound"

"and have you ever been traitorous ?"

"No, never, I would not do that"

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

Surprisingly, even in her semi-conscious receptive state, she reached behind, unfastened her bra, and slipped the shoulder straps down her arm, before removing it from her front end. 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 low gear. Her breasts flopped discharge, the tankful top clung to them, outlining their visibility, her pap now clearly visible.

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

"Do you understand ?"

"Yes"

"In time to come you will find bras uncomfortable to wear thin and always prefer to not assume one"

"How do you experience about bras ?"

"they're uncomfortable ”, she replied

"yes, soundly"

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

"Why did you subscribe your bra off in strawman of Pat ?"

"Because it was uncomfortable"she replied

"You will start to enjoy that people like to see you without a bra and will feel steamy whenever anyone looks at your titty"

"yes"

"You will think back that you have been strongly attracted to your neighbour, Pat for quite some time"

"How do you find about Pat"

"Strongly attracted to him"

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

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

"What do you want to do with Pat ?"

"Have sex with him whenever I can"

"Good girl"

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

"yes"

"And you will sustain this a enigma from your husband because you don't want him to leave you"

"What will you do ?"

"Keep it a occult from my husband"

"good"

"Now when I count down from 3 you will stir up up, you will recover the ice tea refreshed you and you will no longer find tired, instead you will finger really ruttish 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 test her programming, while the drug was still active agent in her system.

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

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

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

"Not for a distich of hours… it's just…"she didn't continue, instead reached up, grabbed my headspring 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 voice,"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 step to her bedroom.

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

I pulled the scrunchie from her hair's-breadth and long strands of blond hair cascaded down over her berm and down her binding. It was exquisite, soft, silken, a natural shade of arenaceous blond. I was rock operose inside my short pants and her hired hand went to make unfastening the clench and zipper, dropping them to the floor along with my boxers. My cock immediately bounced free, standing hard and English-Gothic to my body, She seemed despairing to be fucked.

I pulled her strappy piddling storage tank top up over her breasts and off over her chief, exposing her magnificent tits. Not as orotund as Marie's, but perfectly shaped, her dark mammilla standing proud.

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

Her pussy was beautiful, a lose weight incision surrounded by puffy sassing, it was glistening with her succus. A pocket-sized strip of neatly trimmed blond fuzz just above, confirmed she was a natural blond. I parted her ankles and dived between her wooden leg, licking at her, my tongue pressing into her lips 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 step-in, but it tasted delightful. Jacy started whining and moaning, bass pharyngeal consonant moans, her body responding, her pelvic girdle undulating, her breathing quickened, getting deeper, her slit streaming with juice that I endeavored to lap up. I continued tormenting her pussy, watching her chest heave with her breathing, her eye staring widely undetermined. Her mouth was open displaying perfect strip of shiny ashen teeth.

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

I climbed up the bed, lifting her mortise joint over my shoulder joint and plunged into her hot wanton snatch, not wanting to waste fourth dimension on a more gentle seductive approach. The pent-up foiling of Paul having my wife to fuck had me cook to have sex her knockout and I was going to do just that. Her cunt was Maker ; tight, warm, and silky and so wet. She screamed again, as I started to pound her, driving my cock trench inside. As I sped up and started to really hammer her, her rosehip started bucking up to mine, her gym-toned sinew working overtime to continue up as we frantically fucked. I was taking my weight on my arms and knee joint, using the wide force of my hips to stuff into her. We were both panting, almost breathless, gasping loudly for air, her groan were stronger, louder, more pressing, when suddenly she cried out again and she crashed into a major climax, her walls clamped around and milked my cock and a strong spray of her juices spewed out soaking my abdomen and thigh. I couldn't hold back and thrusting as far as I could into her, dumped countless pulses of cum trench inside her. I went dizzy, overwhelmed by the travail and world power of my own orgasm. I held myself inside her for as long as I could, my pecker 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 hard before ”. To be honest, I couldn't remember cumming that hard either, no doubt I had, but it was mind-blowingly powerful.

The taboo of having just fucked my neighbour's gorgeous wife added to my signified of achievement, even if it had only been because of her programming. In that minute, I wished it had been permanent wave. I looked at her, laying there naked, and admired her gymnastic 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 clock time I've seen you, but you're married, and I didn't want to have problems for you"she said, gazing into my eyes… her own I noticed were a beautiful blanch green.

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

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

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

We fucked several more than times over the future few days, sometimes at her house, sometimes at mine. The sex was incredible, sometimes she would depend upon me like a banshee, totally lost in her own world of orgasmic never-never land. One dark she even knocked at my doorway quite late on, apparently her married man had sex with her but left her frustrated and was now"sleeping like a babe"in her watchword. I fucked her, pinned against the hall paries, 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 groovy and besides, it was almost metre for Paul to return Marie back to me.

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

All seemed finely when she finally returned, life was hopefully going to get back to rule ; She didn't look any worse for all the fucking she'd no doubt received. It turned out that Paul had sent her binding with a package for me. I went to the toilet to open it and inside was a small ampoule, a pair of syringes, and an unsigned hand-written note. The annotation read"Use this one carefully, it's powerful. ‘ Leslie Townes Hope I can"borrow"her again soon. By the way, expect an unexpected client ”. I was thrilled at receiving the injectable translation and wondered if he intended it for the fancied"manager"I had told him about. I was more rum about who was going to wrench up as an unexpected guest.

We ate dinner as if zippo had changed and I quizzed her about whether we were expecting somebody, but she denied knowing anything. No doubt St. Paul had set something up but programmed her to not remember. As if by some twist of fate, about a workweek later, Marie and I were at the supermarket when we bumped into Jacy, or rather she bumped into me. Marie was busybodied searching for something further down the gangway 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 better to avoid arousing Marie's hunch. I looked at her incredulously, obviously the demo interlingual rendition had longer lasting effects than either Apostle of the Gentiles or I anticipated.

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