My epithet is Pat aged, 30 and my wife, Marie and I had been married for a trivial over 10 years, having met, fallen in love, and married early, some would say prematurely, while we were still studying in university. Now 29 old age old, she was still in exceptionally expert condition, almost as pare and attractive as when I had first of all met her, not skinny but not fat ; a size 10 with 34C bust. She has longish silky brunet fuzz that descended just past her shoulder. However as practically as I had always wanted to and tried to get her to dress and do Sir Thomas More sexily, she always seemed to opt to dress somewhat conservatively, a piffling too conservatively for my gustatory perception. She never dared to go without a bra and would always opt for comfortable but moderately bikini expressive style, rather than sexy panties or thongs. Even if we went on vacation to Spain, she would opt for a sensitive bathing suit or bikini and could never be cajoled into going topless, despite most of the women around us on the beach baring their breasts for all to enjoy.

Although our sex life had been quite alive at 20, over the last few long time it had dwindled away and had become much less frequent and more predictable. I'd sometimes tried to liven up up our sex life history and try to influence her into being more adventurous, but basically, she would do her best to stave off anything outside of a simple nookie once or twice a month providing that I recognized the proper moment, usually a few twenty-four hours before her menses. Don't ask me why, but the deficit of anything resembling a decent sex-life had taught me to observant and pay attending to the nuances and lowly indication that sex might be usable to me if I played my card game right. endeavour to arouse her at early time were usually rejected, with one of her regular excuse. Sex when it did bechance was mostly in a passive missionary position. Even a black eye job was something she felt extremely uncomfortable about and so I never pressed her for that and anal was totally out of the query. In my various crusade to reignite our love-life, I had even tried to get her interested in sharing a porn videos to liven up the relationship a bit, but her interest or willingness to watch those was either met with disdain or were passing. There was one video, however, where the unfolding story was of a wife who ended up having a brief showdown with a unknown. I remember this because it stood out in my mind at that time as she got much tight than convention. Although not directly mentioning how provoke it had made her, I tried to push the bounds on the rarefied social function that we had sex and pursue the approximation of her having sex involving another man, but this was swiftly dismissed as"pure fiction"and nothing that would ever be considered in real number life.

She had always been a fairly light slumberer and sometimes would wake during the night, but more recently had even started to hold 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 trouble, but they certainly seemed to knock her out stale and once asleep, zilch much would really wake her. I must confess that once I could be surely that she was asleep, I would use this time to masturbate and still the pent-up tension, mostly choosing to fantasize about spying on her with another man as he seduced her.

thought back to my years in university, around the prison term when I first started dating Marie, I had shared a flavorless with a guy named Apostle of the Gentiles. I was studying computer skill and Apostle Paul had pursuing a joint degree in psychological science and Biochemistry, which, at that time, I thought was pretty weird. Now Saul was a smashing guy, a gentle bear of a man ; genuine, extremely saucy, with great sense of humor. We quickly became the expert of friends. Unfortunately, somewhere along the lines his cistron pool had let him down and he had ended up sharing Thomas More than a passing resemblance to Uncle Fester from the Adams Family, due in part to his bulky size and a consideration known as alopecia universalis, which apparently had rendered him completely bald, without either eyebrows or cilium. He seemed to take a weird delight in frequently donning a long brownness coat and adopting a creepy-crawly facial facial expression, making people stare as he did his trump to convince them that he was indeed the real Uncle Fester. Sadly, these unfortunate characteristics meant that he never really managed to keep on a"real"girlfriend. Sure, he had mass of distaff friends, but most seemed unwilling to count past his outer appearance and go the extra footprint to become assort as his girlfriend. However, knowing him so well and the real person, he became a close up friend to both me and Marie.

After graduation, Paul and I had gone our separate mode ; I had become a software engineer and Apostle Paul got a emplacement doing something that he described as"a research fellowship ”. He never was too specific about that nature of his work apart from labeling it as"various variety of enquiry ”.

For the first couple of years after Paul and I graduated, Paul would drive over every few month or so and we'd all go out together for a few drinks and a meal. Marie had sort of adopted him in her own way, accepting him as a harmless but close friend, who she genuinely seemed to wish about. She felt sorry for him and had even tried to tempt some of her distaff friend to face past his outer façade of creepiness and go out with him. Sadly, but predictably, these valiant efforts to gazump him up with somebody rarely survived past Sir Thomas More than a semi-awkward first engagement.

Sometimes, on rarified occasions I would notice Paul checking Marie out, giving her a glancing smell that lingered just a fiddling too long, as his center took in the visibility and particularly her shapely breasts, especially if for some reason or other, Marie's nipples ( alien to her ) had started to get vaguely noticeable through her bra, but to his credit, he never overstepped the bounds and to be honest I never minded him looking ; I always figured there was no damage in him looking and it kind of amuse me. It was obvious to me that in some ways he fancied her too.

Anyway, leaving storage of university life sentence behind and returning again to the flow fourth dimension, it had been more than a few eld since we'd last seen Alice Paul. Over clock time we'd basically gone our distinguish elbow room, having established our respective career in different cities. However, out of the blue one Nox we got a earpiece call. Marie answered and appeared happy to inform me that it was a telephone call from Paul. He was calling to say that he would be traveling to our township over the weekend for a work-related visit on Monday and suggested we go for a drink and a meal together like old times. Without waver we eagerly accepted, and both looked forward to catching up with him and freely offered our extra room instead of him having to outride at a hotel.

When Fri finally arrived, we were preparing to go out, Marie returned to the bedroom having taken a shower and washing her hair in a fairly patent E. B. White T-shirt bra and panties with a pink lacy figurehead control board and clipping. She never seemed to be easy being completely naked in front of me anymore, but that was life and I was becoming resigned to it. She pulled on a span of colored stay-up stockings that had the elasticated height and would appease up themselves without any pattern of brace. Being still winterish, she slipped her header and munition through a white ribbed turtle-neck sweater, pulling it down as it clung to her consistency, before stepping into a imperial blue devil mid-length, A-line dame that came to just above her knees and a brusque whiten underskirt underneath. zippo really sexy there, but it went together well as an outfit and really, she looked dear in it ; the stretchy sweater clung to her complementing the silhouette of her breasts, her dark brunette hair cascading down over her shoulders in a way that contrasted nicely against the white sweater. This outfit had always been one of my personal favorites because I loved the way it accentuated her figure.

Right on time the doorbell chimed and there was Paul ; like us, a few pounds heavier, but not so bad given his size and of course of action a few eld former than the end 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 town to a popular pub and restaurant. The eve was just like the old days and sentence slipped by easily. We obviously had a lot to catch up on and chat about and both Marie and I wondered how his vocation was developing and in specific Marie was more interested in his social life sentence or rather his dating life had developed since leaving university. Sadly, it seemed not to have changed so a good deal, with no one notable kinship worth mentioning in his life-time. I was genuinely saddened and frustrated for him ; he was a good guy and deserved better, despite his slightly unusual appearance. With not having to drive, the crapulence flowed pretty steadily too. It was unusual for Marie to drink in very much these Clarence Day, being usually undecomposed to go with just one Gin and Tonic, but on this especial night, St. Paul was clearly enjoying our renewed pub night and for some reason seemed to be enjoying trying to get Marie tipsy ; Despite her half-hearted protestations, he would insist on keeping her methamphetamine refilled, returning from the bar with doubles whenever her glass neared empty. By 10:00pm all three of us were surprisingly well on the way to being to a greater extent than a little inebriated but as no one had to drive we really didn't care too much.

Soon thereafter, having had our filling of the pub, we called a cab to occupy us back to home. By the time we reached home it was around 11:30pm but although the night was still relatively Pres Young, our Day of partying until breakfast future day as student were clearly well behind us ; instead we opted to relax and watch a movie on the tv and of trend to have another swallow. Marie was in an unusually glad humour, mostly from the potable, and volunteered to put together some snack together as I grabbed a twain of beers from the fridge and poured her another somewhat generous G & T.

As I was pouring her drink, I noticed Marie take a spyglass of water and, out of habit I guess, popped one of her sleeping pills from the transparency pack. It had become an almost ritual procedure for her to do this each dark around 11pm. I didn't reckon too a great deal about it, but with all the drinks we'd had I doubted that she would even call for her medication. If she had been a lilliputian less sot, she probably would throw rationalized that, herself, but before I had fourth dimension to say anything, she had already taken it. I did inquire whether it was wise and momentarily worried whether the inebriant would pretend it.

Returning to the lounge, Saint Paul had settled himself into an armchair almost directly opposite the sofa but angled towards the tv. I handed Paul his beer and took my billet 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 Sir Thomas More out of him. I guess the deglutition had made me endure enough to ask more directly and as luck would accept it, also seemed to have lowered Apostle of the Gentiles's reluctance to get drawn into conversation about it.

He hesitated for a few consequence, debating in his mind whether to give up about his body of work to me.

"…well, I shouldn't tell you, actually I could get fired and defective, I could even get sent to prison ”. He paused for what seemed the recollective time before continuing, but I've known you long enough to trust you like a brother, so I guess there's no real harm, but you have got to hold open what I tell you a private ”.

"Well, I have been working on the development of a new, or at least an enhanced version of a eccentric of psychoactive drug, whose primary election map is to rapidly induce a deep and open hypnotic land. It's kinda hush hush and seems that let's say"has uses that certain cover activeness might observe helpful ”.

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

"Actually…"he continued"… hallucinogenic works have been used in tribal culture for age to induce trance like states in ritual - that's not really hypnosis, but so-called priest-doctor have been using them for years even as far back as the romans ”.

Paul adopted a more serious look as he slipped into his role of educating me on the phylogeny of these drugs, to which I dutifully nodded at appropriate moments.

"You can think of it in a form of way where something similar happens when you 're nodding off to catch some Z's and get to that dusk state where you 're in between consciousness and sleep. Basically, there's almost an infinite numeral of nervous circumference and we've been researching and how to manipulate them… matter that govern how the brain responds to states like reverence, anxiety, affright and depression, etc.

"Some chemicals disrupt concentration and make it more difficult to perform high-functioning undertaking. Telling a lie actually needs denseness so People need to concentrate more in order to think up a lie… when we disrupt their power to think clearly it is harder for them to tell a lie. other drugs such as Sodium pentothal such as were previously withdrawn because they triggered sour computer storage, while drugs such as hyoscine used to be widely used but it was withdrawn because it also wiped a national 's memory clean so they knew nothing about what they said after waking up ”.

"What we've done is basically re-engineered these chemicals to calibrate and combine the side effects so that instead of false retentivity, when administered appropriately we can embed memories we want them to hold and yet still be wipe them of any memory 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 expression for him to continue.

"I'm leading a squad 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 centralize and actually more potent physical body that work more effectively and also in both directions"

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

"well, instead of just getting someone to be more truthful when they answer questions, we can intensify their hypnotic commonwealth and then manipulate the drug's ability to trigger simulated memories to subconsciously implant entropy that they accept as true statement, I mean like our own Truth. In other words what we tell them becomes firmly but subconsciously ensconced in their own minds as the absolute truth."

I sat there pondering what Apostle Paul had just revealed to me and all the theory that could turn out from the misuse of a drug like that. I imagined all kinds of dangers from the wild possibilities like clientele administrator being kidnapped and drugged to manipulate or interfere with business concern deals or political figure of speech to interfere in elections ; the lean of possible action seemed endless.

"if we can get deep enough into people's minds, it's even probably to be effective in counter-terrorism, such as being able to plant and build up jump facts and ideologies, which the recipient of the drug will take as truths, with the theory of turning even the most toughened terrorists against their own sides ”. Paul continued…

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

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

“'sorry guys, lol I remembered that I had to contract my Master of Education"she responded, doing her best to steady herself as our night of drinking was obviously still affecting her far more than she imagined.

"do you think that's saucy hun, given that we've been drinking"? She knew she wasn't supposed to make pre***********ion sleeping tablets with alcohol.

"idk, I guess it won't hurt, just maybe make 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 dame under her stage, and settling in next to me on the sofa, her legs and understructure curled beside her.

Taking reward of her somewhat drunk but unexpectedly sensory mood, I tentatively put my arm around her and to my surprisal 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 fate tonight.

With my supernumerary hand I grabbed the remote control and started flicking through diverse film channels on the tv, pausing momentarily on each to see what was playing, we agreed that as common they weren't overly stimulating and the choice was somewhat throttle, 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 level of inebriation.

Time passed as we worked our way through our potable, while Paul changed subjects and reverted back to chatting about less work related topic and bantered freely about our time at university, recounting various tales of him scaring children with his Uncle suppurating sore antics, breaking off only to laugh from time-to-time at the unfolding series of consequence on the movie.

With her rectify shoulder pressed into me, my unexpended arm extended across Marie's articulatio humeri, hanging over her left shoulder joint, her hair pooling over it. I started to follow my finger around the back of her ear and neck, caressing her lightly in a way that she used to like in our betimes 24-hour interval of dating, and would never conk out to turn over her goosebumps on her cervix and blazonry. More usually these days, even I was golden enough for her to be so romantically inclined to cuddle into me, she would brush my hand away and just complain that it tickled.

Anyway, on this juncture the flurry of goosebumps that I could feel under the crown of my digit didn't seem to get to 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 pills ; a fact that I found quite amusing.

Feeling both a little tipsy and somewhat emboldened I continued to softly caress her neck. I don't know why but I found myself wondering whether I could stimulate an erotic dreaming in her sopor and hopefully might just better my prospect later when we went to bed. The piano touches and hugging of her neck were definitely resulting in goosebumps. I let my forearm and wrist joint relax so that my handwriting flopped down and came to rest with my fingers loosely resting on her titty. I could avow I felt her tit had hardened below the sweater and lightly padded bra. Feeling encouraged, I tentatively encircled the lineation of her teat, brushing it gently with the nail of one finger.

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

"Haha, it 's ok Alice Paul, I don't mind you looking"I said almost jokingly,"I know you've always had a thing for Marie ”. Saint Paul's face was a video, flushing red from impudence to ear. I'm pretty for certain he was wished I hadn't noticed him staring at Marie's nipples and wanted the background to kind of open up and withdraw him right around that moment. He determined to invalidate eye contact lens, instead fixing his gaze on the tv, while offering a string of apologies.

"Seriously, it's amercement Alice Paul, really I don't psyche. I'm sure Marie might object if she knew my honorable admirer was staring at her tits, but she seems to be into a cryptical eternal sleep right now ”.

Saint Paul sheepishly looked over in our counsel and mischievously I cupped her tit firmly and pinched her nipple through the fabric layers between thumb and forefinger.

"don't make me use that accuracy blood serum on you"I said tauntingly,"admit it Paul, you'd fucking her given the luck ”.

Apostle Paul laughed and almost choked at my directness.

"Seriously ?"Paul offered, questioning what I had said somewhat apologetically, obviously wondering whether I was being good or sarcastic to him.

"Seriously !"I affirmed, grinning and nodding my head ;"I've known ever since university that you've had a matter for her mammilla, so go ahead, look all you want… accommodate it that you'd shtup her given half a chance"

Saul gave me a teasing look, trying to make up one's mind whether it was good to answer to my line of work of questioning. It took a second 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 underworld ”.

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

My mind by this point was starting to see early possibilities for the work that Apostle of the Gentiles had been doing but based on what I'd already read about hypnosis I was still skeptical about whether what Paul the Apostle was telling me would work out or not.

As I continued to play with Marie's breast, squeezing her tit harder, I tried to redirect the conversation back to this marvel drug he'd been talking about."I always have read that things like hypnosis can only realise people do what they naturally would do, not like make them do stuff that they didn't believe in ”. I countered with this nugget of world information.

"that's just the thing ”, Paul continued undiscouraged by my mental rejection,"what I was working on is how to make the drug stronger and more effective, I mean really take the mortal to a unharmed other level where we can implant proposition and replace even strong personal or socio-cultural barrier, spiritual beliefs, even question their own mother."

"are you bullshitting me ?"I was still doubting

"Not at all !"reaffirmed Paul,"once a mesmerism is implanted, it is so deeply seated in their subconscious that it basically supersedes any previously established certainties. The smasher is that they are totally unaware that it's been done to them ; we can even implant trigger phrases in their subconscious to set off them into remembering our suggestion or wiping their memory of events and forgetting things ”.

I looked on attentively as he outlined his study, my exuberance and curiosity getting the better of me, somewhat in awe at the work Paul had somehow managed to get himself involved with."So why are you up in this piece of the country, I didn't know we had a ‘ Q'in the family."I laughed as count around as though expecting James I adhesiveness to appear at any here and now and separate me that I was going to be imprisoned for lifespan or worse, that he'd have to kill me, now that he's revealed secret information.

"That doesn't tell me why you're up here on what you described as a business sector stumble"… my creative thinker was conjuring up the possibilities of some secret mathematical group operating covertly in my diminished town.

"Let's just say I'm merging with some crucial customer to demonstrate how the drug works and we'll leave it at that ”.

At that bit, albeit somewhat unsurprisingly reticent, Saul turned his attention from the film and returned his gaze to the slow down rhythmic hike and dip of Marie's chest as she breathed.

Knowing that my best Friend was staring at my overly reserved wife's tits had the surprising effect on me ; I was definitely getting a kick out of this. I adjusted the billet of my hand and started to pinch the protruding mamilla with the tip of my finger, to my delectation it felt like it was swelling even further and becoming harder, clearly protruding. Paul's face was a photograph, his eyes riveted to the take in evidence of my wife's nipples.

"Marie has always had bang-up tits, hasn't she Paul ?"I volunteered, to which Apostle Paul nodded,"uhuh, yeah, I've never seen them, but I imagine they're perfect"he responded, adding"always thought you were a lucky prick ”. A preeminence of caution, still lingered in his vocalisation, obviously changeable of exactly how best to reply to openly discussing my wife's knocker.

His obvious enjoyment in what he saw was evident from the rosiness of color in his face, which was not be entirely attributable to the drunkenness as well as the tent rising in his pants. I continued to tweak Marie's tit, enjoying not only their reply, but also getting an immense kick out of Paul's obvious enjoyment to being freely able to bet at them and keep an eye on like a avowedly voyeur.

I froze and quickly lifted my finger slightly from directly touching Marie's nipples as she briefly started to move and croak, worried that she would waken and then I would ingest to face her ira for touching her like that in front of Paul. I waited a bit, but she was just stirring naturally ; her ventilation confirming that she was still in a late eternal rest, no doubt the resultant of her cocktail of inebriant and sleeping pill.

impression reassured that it seemed less likely that she was about to suddenly come alive up and decry me to a life history of hell, and also feeling somewhat adventurous I decided to up the post of this little adult adventure a pace further.

I continued to toy with and pinch her teat but slid my gratuitous hired man down over her thigh and gently slid between her knees, managing to parting them just enough to impart me more access, her knees falling to each side. Alice Paul's regard immediately lowered to her legs, where it was obvious that he could see right field up her outdoors chick, past her stay-up stockings, and all the way to her white and ping lacy pantie. My own growing hard-on twitched involuntarily.

I pulled her knees farther apart, making for sure to present Paul a clearer view straight up Marie's skirt.

"sooo ”, I drew a breathing space and hesitated, still a little uneasy about continuing, but my internal secretion and imaging seemed to somehow determine the courage."…you have samples of that stuff with you ?"I continued, almost in astonishment that such an amazing drug was here under my own roof and not secured in some bunker a hundred flooring below ground.

"haha, actually yeah, I do, I brought several DoS just in grammatical case one wasn't enough during the demonstration… I think you could describe it as ‘ an abundance of circumspection'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 dubiety that were looming given the direction of our conversation.

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

"So, you want to try to make her more centripetal towards you, to give sex more often with you ?"Apostle of the Gentiles asked, reverting to a more professional tone as he tried to get to the hindquarters of exactly what I was wanting him to do.

"more than that I guess, I want to see how far I could submit this, maybe even to control what she does and with who… like a controllable slut. Actually, that's so far from who she is as a person, I kind of doubt that even the firm drug could not achieve that ”.

Paul 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 manipulate it without her knowing ?"I asked, trying to understand the full orbit of the theory that were unfolding before me.

"Yes, and we can engraft false computer storage 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 braveness I had to get to the point that I was longing to make."How would we do this ?"

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

I thought for a present moment and suddenly got an estimation ; gesturing to Apostle Paul to come over to where I was, I added"why don't you swap berth with me ? ”. He looked up at me, his eyes teasing as if to experience not heard correctly and hesitated to move."Why don't you come over and sit here, while I take the chair ?"I repeated, nodding my header affirmatively. I looked him straight in the eye. He hesitated for a few here and now, still very uncertain of how this was going, before he got up from the electric chair and came over. I did my near to bear up while still holding Marie's shoulders, taking the weight of her body as honest I could.

Paul sliding board into place and raising his arm as I had previously, I carefully released her to lean against him and took his place in the armchair. St. Paul's stretched out his arm and draped it across her shoulder in often the same way as I had been doing but held back, his finger's breadth 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 find the stiffness in my rooster straining against my pants.

Gradually he allowed himself to touch and feel her breasts, playing with her extended mammilla as they protruded through her bra and sweater in a similar way. Judging from the bulge in his pants, Apostle Paul already had a raging hard-on that was twitching to the compass point where I was pretty sure that he was potential to cum inside his pants. I gestured to him to annul her sweater, so after a minute or two his free hand went to the bottom of her jumper 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 hoist it further and after another intermission, he raised it above her sweater revealing her bra. Despite the way they were shielded by the slight padding, her pap were clearly hard. I loved the idea that he was touching her breasts and especially as she had no real idea about it ; my falsify desires were definitely getting the better of me.

With one arm behind her neck and her bridge player resting on her breast, Paul continued fingering her pap through her bra while his other hand cupped and massaged her former chest. He was starting to loose and soon becoming increasingly daring, slipping his hand in the top of her bra to knead her teat directly. He looked over in my centering, smiling and tried to pull her tit out from the confines of her bra, her nipple popping over the top.

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

I smiled as Paul slid his spare script slowly up her thigh… her bluish skirt and chemise bunching against his forearm as he reached further up her leg to the unfitness of her endanger skin on her thighs. He stroked her skin softly getting closer and closer to her panties. slither his script further and pressed a finger through the material to her crotch, tracing the slit and searching for her clit, he started to lend oneself 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 scanty, slipping his finger's breadth inside and working them through the soft string of her pubic hair before gently parting her pussy mouth. In the twinkle from the tv I could clearly see the glistening of wetness from her the inner folds they easily lubed his fingerbreadth. Paul continued fingering her and rubbing and pausing momentarily, he withdrew his hand 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 bit finger inside, reaching to knead her interior and out. She moaned softly again in her sleep, her body still responding to the strong-arm middleman despite her being almost comatose.

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

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

He looked at me outdoors mouthed at my offer,"of class I want to, I'd be harebrained 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 awry ”, he retorted, but I could narrate he wanted to too.

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

"OMG, Pat, that seems so wrong"Paul responded cagily"what if I get her significant ? ”. Apostle Paul clearly wasn't so drunk that he would throw all cautiousness to the wind.

"Really, I don't care… it's no problem to me, in fact the risk of that just makes it well"..."we've been planning a family so actually she's not on the anovulatory drug, but it hasn't happened for us so far ”, I continued. The drink and the mo had clearly made me suffer all my good sense and my power to think rationally about time to come consequence but more than that, the mere approximation of her getting pregnant to someone else really made me wild. It was like the ultimate drug.

Alice Paul maneuvered himself out from underneath, taking her headland and shoulders and gently lowering her head to the shock before taking her mortise joint and laying her pegleg out along the sofa, making sure to piece them.

Saint Paul, by now had his rock-hard cock and was slowly pumping it with one hand. His tool was characterized by quite a sound out bulbus head, which in some means even seemed disproportional to the heaviness of his light beam, which was far from slender and I assessed as slightly longer than my own. Clearly whatever his DNA lacked in esteem to his alopecia, it had generously made up for in his physical dimension. 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 waistband of her panties, tugging more to get them over her butt, and sliding them down her legs, lifting one foot out, leaving them dangling from the ankle of the other.

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

"yes"I retorted emphatically.

Paul the Apostle climbed onto the lounge between her legs, which he lifted one by one, placing her ankle over each shoulder and lined the top dog of his cock between the lips of her puss. He looked back at me one more time before pushing forward into her. He moaned, enjoying the tight, warm, yet naturally lubricated pussy of my wife and started to ease deeper into her with each stroke. He could barely moderate himself. Marie's pussy wrapped around his cock, taking in his bulbus chief and sealing tight around his quill. She groaned clearly feeling him penetrate her but still not enough to bestir her from her sleep. He started to slowly and rhythmically fuck her.

Apostle of the Gentiles managed a passionate"OMG, her slit smell so beat ”, as he bottomed out deep in Marie's pussy…"I just wish she was awake and wanting to do this herself ”. He grunted a few Thomas More multiplication, 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"

St. Paul thrust a few Sir Thomas More times and then suddenly pushed in hard, 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 Apostle Paul breathlessly as he tried to regain his equanimity,"that was fucking gravel"he added pulling up from her, his shaft 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 drip of cum started to ooze out from her pussy.

Paul the Apostle climbed off the sofa and standing over her head, squeezed out the last drop-off onto her partly opened mouth."barren not want not"he quipped, clearly more relaxed.

"dam Paul, you came so fast… movement out the way Paul.. my turn ”.

After pulling his pants back on, Paul took my topographic point 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 freight all over her boldness and hair. Bra and sweater. I had no musical theme how I was going to strip her up, but at that bit that was the last thing on my creative thinker. R-2 of cum exploded from me, shooting over her lips, eyes, into her hairsbreadth, and over her chest. She looked like a total slut.

I looked at my clean-handed wife and the track of cum that now had started seeping into her sweater and bra and was trickling in a footling rivulet down the side of her face. She looked so sexy laying there.

"wow !"I exclaimed as I took in the sight of my cum-covered, sleeping married woman, my wooden leg touch sensation like every troy ounce of energy had been drained from them. She looked like a pornography star but so a lot better.

"That was beyond stick"I said.

"Sure was"said St. Paul, who had joined me in admiring the mess we had made."It feels marvellous to fuck her… you are one lucky illegitimate child ”."I just wish she'd do that when she was wake ”.

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

I was about to continue when Saul of Tarsus interrupted me.

"Hold on a moment, one thing at a time, this isn't chatter your fingers or flick a shift and suddenly Marie turns into a nymphomaniacal"

Paul gave me one of his professional faces again, making sure I was paying sufficient attention to the sincerity of his explanation before elaborating his plan.

"First off, I will experience to hold her a stimulus to overcome the effects of the drinkable and the sleeping tab she took ”."She's going to wake up, not totally, but I can't be sure that she won't get hysterical when she realizes what we've just done to her ”.

"Then we need to administer a small injection that will act like a truth serum. We'll use the effects of that to bring out her tactual sensation, cerebration, and feeling base or morals, so that we know what we have to work with and overcome ”.

"The final step will then command another shot to deepen her state and open her mind to replace those thoughts with the ones we want her to have and the store we want to implant, including any phrasal idiom you want to use to re-invoke the cryptic receptive commonwealth that she would be in whenever you feel essential ”.

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

By now my spirit was pounding with all the possibilities that my deprave imagination was adequate to of coming up with."Totally surely Paul, absolutely, go for it ”.

"There's no turning back once we start down this route, Pat ”, Apostle Paul cautioned,"you've got to be fix for the result, good or bad"…"are you totally certain about this ? ”. He looked over making verbatim eye liaison with me.

"yes ! ”, I replied insistently.

With that, Saint Paul nodded and heading up to our client room, returning a few mo later with a small grey plastic box. As Marie lay there on the lounge, he opened the box to reveal several syringes and pocket-sized vials.

"Now, this number 1 shot will just move up her out of her sleep-state, just enough for her to be antiphonal, although she will probably be confused. moment later, I will consecrate her a shooter of the first drug to clear her more responsive to questioning and ensure her responses are truthful ”.

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

"Of line I'm trusted ”, I retorted, nodding, my vocalization clearly a little frustrated with what I considered to be St. Paul being over conservative. I knew he was also shy about what we were planning to do, but we'd been supporter long enough to trust each other explicitly.

He leaned over and inserted a curt, fine acerate leaf into her neck and carefully emptied the contents of the syringe into her roue stream.

"This will be like a aspiration state for her, physically ineffectual to travel, but conscious enough to understand and resolve question ”.

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

Just as she was about to query her situation, Saul administered the moment shot and almost instantly she drifted into a somewhat dazed state, no longer paying attention to what she had found or her state of undress.

Saint Paul waited a few mo, signaling me to stay on quiet.

"Marie, are you awake, can you pick up me ?"St. Paul asked her. He repeated the question again.

"yes ”. Her answer was short-change, but clearly, no longer fully lucid.

"what's your gens ?"…"it's important that we establish some mainstay percentage point, some reality for her to defend on to"

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

"That's aright, your Friend call you Marie, only the great unwashed who call you Marie are your friends, 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 able-bodied to trust your friends"

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

"Yes"

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

"Yes, you're a very good acquaintance"

"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 safety position to be, nada bad happens to you here does it Marie ?"

"Yes, I love my home, home is a secure place to be"

"So you're in a dependable property, surrounded by good friends, so you feel perfectly condom do n't you Marie ?"

"Yes"

"Tell me how you feel"

"I feel perfectly condom because I am at home with my married man and a good admirer"

"So, you do n't mind answering a few doubtfulness, 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 little 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 expression and gestured for me to stay patient and silent.

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

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

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

"I masturbate"

"Do you like to masturbate ?"

"Yes"

"do you have got fantasies ?"

"yes"

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

Marie paused again

"secret sex"

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

"yes"

"who don't you want to get laid ?"

"My hubby"

"why do you not want your husband to know ?"

"I don't want to offend him"

"does the idea of having sex in private excite you ?"

"yes"

"so, where do you masturbate ?"

"In the bath"

"Why do you masturbate in the bath ?"

"Because its secret, I don't want Pat to know that I masturbate"

I looked quizzically at Saint Paul as I tried to swallow my pridefulness yet remained infinitely curious about the unfolding penetration into my wife's sexual habits.

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

Again, Marie paused, contemplating her reception, struggling with the accuracy, yet unable to develop a lie.

"Because he might require sex"

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

"Sometimes"

"I get fag, I get pressures at work and home and just can't be bothered with it ”.

"Is that why you dress more conservatively ? So as not to wrick your husband on ?"

"yes"

"are you on birth control condition Marie ?"

"No"

"Why are you not on birth ascendancy, Marie ?"

"because we might be lucky and start a family line ?"

"do you want to get fraught ?"

Marie hesitated for what seemed like the longest meter

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

"does the risk of infection of getting fraught scare you ?"

"no"

"do you like taking endangerment"

"yes"

"why do you like taking peril ?"

"exciting"

"would having unprotected sex be a risk ?"

"yes"

"would having unprotected sex with someone be exciting ?"

"yes"

"have you ever sucked a guy's cock early than your married man's Marie ?"

"Yes"

I was shocked by this divine revelation, my intellect rapidly racing through the possibility of who my wife had given blow jobs to.

"when was that ?"

"when I was in high schoolhouse"

"Did you like to draw his cock Marie ?"

"No !"the no was somewhat emphatic

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

"it made me gag"

"did he cum in your mouth ?"

"Yes"

"did you like the tasting of cum in your mouth ?"

"No"

"so if a guy cums in your mouth, 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 entail, Marie ?"

Marie was clearly struggling between revealing her darkest mystery only known to her, which were safely locked away in the most common soldier parts of her judgement and the mighty effects that this drug was clearly having on her.

"In a way, yes"

"Did you have secret sex with person ?"

She hesitated again…

"yes"

"When was that Marie ?"

"in conclusion year"

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

"Who was the affair with ?"

"Robert"

"and who is Robert ?"

"a guy at work"

I pondered over the times that Marie had been glued to her telephone, I had presumed she had been messaging about employment, but I was obviously wrong.

"Did you find it exciting ?"

"yes"

"did you send photo of yourself to Robert ?"

"Yes"

"were you dressed in these moving picture ?"

"No"

"So, he saw you naked in the pictures ?

"yes"

"how did that make water you feel ?"

"Naughty"

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

"yes"

I was both outrage 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 experience shamefaced ?"

"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 stop 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 spell through these Apocalypse and finally breathed yet another sigh of relief.

"Do you like Saul of Tarsus ?"

Paul spoke to her almost as a third soul, a detached voice even though strangely, he was talking about himself.

"Yes, Alice Paul is our friend"

"Do you intend Paul is sexy ?"

Marie giggled

"Not really, he's kinda scary, but he's really dainty once you get to know him"

St. Paul smiled and winked at me

"Alice Paul is a sure friend, isn't he ?"

"Yes, I trust Apostle Paul"

"what would you palpate if you saw St. Paul looking at your knocker ?"

"I would feel awkward"

"Why would you feel awkward ?"

"because he's a booster"

"Do you like hombre to look at your breasts ?"

"not really"

"do you think you have in force white meat ?"

"they are ok"

"What size are your breasts Marie ?"

"34C"

"and do you always wear a bra ?"

"yes"

"and why don't you not fall apart a bra ?"

"because bozo would stare"

"and how would that make you palpate ?"

"uncomfortable"

"why does it relieve oneself you palpate uncomfortable ?"

"because my pap get hard"

"do you mean that turns you on ?"

"yes"

"would that be wrong ?"

"yes"

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

"shy"

That was my conservative Marie

"why would you not want Paul to see you without a bra ?"

"Because he might get turned on"

Paul seemed to be content with that result and gestured to me that it was time to pass him the next syringe.

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

"Yes"

"You know they won't trauma you ?"

"Yes"

"Now you are going to feel a little SOB, but you will realize that you are perfectly safety"

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

Paul took the moment syringe and deftly gave a snap into her neck, massaging the spot with his thumb. He waited a moment as Marie stopped talking and she visibly slumped into the cushions with a glazed look.

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

"yes"she responded, her spokesperson barely discernible, her center closed.

Paul lifted each eyelid in number and took her pulse.

After a here and now or two, satisfied that the minute drug was now working he continued.

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

"no reply"

"do you hear me Marie ?"

"yes ”, her part responded somewhat weakly.

"You're in a dark place, but you feel unlax, comfortable, and dreamlike spot, you feel dependable because you're with friends"

"Whenever you hear Pat or Apostle Paul's spokesperson when you're in this shadow, relaxing and prosperous place it will make you feel condom"

"ok"

"Whenever you hear Pat or Saint Paul speak the countersign ‘ Marie, sleepytime'you are going to immediately fall to this glum plaza. This shadow, well-situated, relaxing and safe plaza and your mind will be unfold to everything the part tells you ”.

"Do you understand ?"

Marie nodded, uttering an almost innaudible"yes"

"When you are in this province, you are going to accept everything your husband or Saul of Tarsus tell you as Sojourner Truth and this will replace any retention you already have about this… do you understand ?"

"Yes"

"and when your hubby uses the words ‘ Marie reboot'you will block everything that has happened from before those dustup and your old memories from before tonight will return… other retentivity will seem like just a distant dream, fleeting and insubstantial, just your imagination playing john on you… do you realize ?"

Marie remained mute for a few instant

"yes"

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

"Now listen to my voice carefully Marie, I am going to tell you some important things that you need to recollect"

"OK"

"Now you will forget Robert, this Henry Martyn Robert guy never even existed, he was just a momentary fantasy and will not return to your memories"

"yes"

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

"What have you been doing ?"

"I have been chatting with our acquaintance Paul online"

"Your conversations with Paul have become more sexual and you can recall enjoying Paul's emails"

"You feel worked up that Paul is being sexual with you"

"how would it make you palpate to station naked photo to Paul ?"

"excited"

Marie flushed a little red.

I saw Alice Paul had his hired hand once again up her chick and was gently rubbing her clit, giving her a physical foreplay to reinforce the way Saul had her feeling.

"You will start to find yourself feeling more and Sir Thomas More horny whenever you are around Paul"

"How will you get down to feel Marie, when you are around Paul ?"

"more and more horny"she mumbled, her face distinctly flushing

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

"yes"

"How do you experience about Alice Paul ?"

"I want to have sex with him"

"Energy Department that mind excite you ?"

"Yes"

"you can't wait to feel his tool inside you"

"Yes"

Marie started to twist a little as she was being held, obviously she was getting turned on even in this cryptical soporific state.

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

Paul looked at me shocked, his eyes quizzing me for augury 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 thought of Alice Paul knocking her up was itself another major bit on for me.

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

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

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

"but I might get significant"Marie said, managing some minuscule remnant of resistance

"Marie, you know that you might get pregnant but in fact, the endangerment of getting pregnant addition your turmoil and makes you even more horny"

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

"excited"she mumbled

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

"yes"

"when Paul cums in you, how will it make you sense"

"a bit scared"

"how does taking the risk of getting pregnant brand you feel ?"

"excited"

"when Saint Paul cum in you, you will also orgasm, the strongest orgasm you've ever felt"

"you will be hungry for that eccentric of coming, in fact you will find that you love feeling horny and that you feel hornlike almost all of the sentence"

"You love your husband"

"Yes"

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

"no"

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

"yes"

"so you are going to fuck off every day because you will sense steamy every day"

"how often will you jack off Marie ?"

"Every day"

"that's right… and hereafter you will not hide the sentence when you masturbate, in fact you will she-bop more openly, and only when your husband is in bed next to you"

"where will you wank 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 married man. You will sense comfy sleeping naked"

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

"I will sense ok about it"

"will you enjoy him admiring your body ?"

"yes"

"and as he is your hubby, he can stimulate sex with you any metre he wants to"

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

"yes"

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

"Yes"

"And you will start to enjoy giving blow-jobs, in fact you want to be good at giving blow line of work and will need to praxis every day"

"yes"

"What will you want to practice every day ?"

"to give blowjob"

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

"and when someone comes in your sass you will encounter that you enjoy the taste, and let it lallygag on your tongue before swallowing it"

Apostle of the Gentiles looked up in my counselling

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

I was about to shake my oral sex when I thought of something and gestured with my bridge player around her tits.."bra"I mouthed to him.

Saul grinned and continued with his final set of commands for the day.

"from now on you will feel uncomfortable wearing a bra, you prefer a more rude opinion. You enjoy the attention of guys looking at your breasts and no prospicient feel shy or reserved about it"

"how do you feel about wearing a bra ?"

"uncomfortable"

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



"how will you finger when men look at your bosom ?"

"excited"

"Now tonight when you go to bed you will not fatigue any clothes to bed, you enjoy sleeping naked"

"Yes, I enjoy it"

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

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

"horny"

"you will find a new confidence and will want to be adventurous"

"How will you find Marie ?"

"Adventurous"

"you will realize that now is your probability to have sex with St. Paul

"and will find so excited about it"

"what will you feel Marie ?"

"excited about sex with Apostle of the Gentiles"

"it will palpate natural to experience Pat and Paul make dear to you"

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

"yes"

"you will find that the first thing be that you want to do for Alice Paul is turn over him a bump job"

"A reversal job ”, Marie giggled a little

"and how will that make believe you feel"

"excited"

"and when you have sex with Paul, how will that make you sense ?"

"wonderful"

"and you will desire Paul to cum inside you"

"yes"

"and you will need more and more sex with Saul"

"yes"

"you want to find both putz 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 retentive sex, in fact you will observe it exciting"

"how will anal sex make you finger ?"

"excited"

"you will see anal sex particularly stimulating and start to want it more"

"yes"

Saint Paul seemed satisfied with the resultant role of his programming and grinned at me."we can build on this later at any time"he whispered to me.

"now Marie, after I count down from 3, you will blow into a deeper sleep, but in a few minutes or so you will wake 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 reality ”.

"You won't notice the cum you see you on your face, or on your clothes or finger anything except you had a deep sleep"

"yes"

"and when you wake up, you will finger slack and exceptionally horny"

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

"really horny"

"and you will want to throw sex with Paul the Apostle and Pat"

"yes"

"and you will find that making jazz with Saul of Tarsus and Pat to be the undecomposed sex you've ever had"

"yes, the outflank"

"now I am going to count down from 3 and a few moment later you will set forth to awake up"

Paul counted down slowly

"3…2…1"

With that, Marie slumped into a deep sleep.

Paul 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 white meat 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 high-strung about what we'd just let loose in her."Don't worry though, I've programmed her so that we can undo everything tomorrow and start afresh without even using the drugs ”.

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

Saint Paul and I switched lieu again and I replaced my arm around her in more or less the Lapplander position as when she had fallen asleep.

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

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

"oh ? What about ?"I asked, nervous 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 weird like that, so actual yet so loose to forget ”. Clearly Marie remembered, but my shy and conservative wife would never normally verbalise so openly.

Marie turned her head to me and whispered in my ear"I'm so horny… would you remember I ‘ m bad if I wanted to make love to both you and Saint Paul ?"

"no honey, of course not, Paul's our friend"

With that she kissed me deeply on the lip, her tongue searching for mine as her handwriting went straight to my genital organ, rubbing my already arduous erection pressing inside my pants.

She broke the kiss and turning to look at Paul with a flirty aspect, she patted the sofa on the other side of her.

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

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

Almost simultaneously, Paul and I reached for her sweater pulling it up over her breasts, Marie breaking their snog momentarily as she raised her coat of arms to let us pull it up over her foreland, her long dark-skinned hair cascading back over her shoulders. This was definitely not the demure Marie I had spent the survive 10 years married to.

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

Paul quickly unhooked her bra, sliding the articulatio humeri straps off and letting it decline from her, before working on the zipper to her skirt. Completely topless, she again turned to Apostle of the Gentiles, resuming her kissing as his mitt immediately went to her breasts, squeezing and pinching her already rear nipples.

With her own two manpower, tucking her ovolo into the undo waistband, she grasped her skirt and slip, sliding them down her legs before kicking them off to the floor, leaving herself in her pink lacy panties and stay-up stockings. She looked so dam sexy in that moment.

Feeling emboldened I reached with both handwriting for her scanty and forcibly ripped them apart, the fine lace panel tearing easily. With an extra tug, the gusset plate of her panties tore away, leaving her twat fully exposed, her wetness clearly evident. This seemed to enflame her even more as Marie's fingers fumbled with Alice Paul's pants, unfastening them, lowering his zipper and reaching inside to free his already stiffly cock. Marie dove down onto it, engulfing it between her back talk as she sucked it deep into her oral fissure, slurping and bobbing her head rhythmically, each meter plunging rich. Marie was gagging occasionally but it didn't stop her. Paul closed his eyes, occasionally moaning, his paw caressing her straits and hair.

I reached between Marie's wooden leg, parting them more and slid my hired man up her leg to her kitty, sliding first my index finger inside and then two others ; she was sopping wet. Releasing herself from Paul's turncock, she turned to me and kissed me deeply, her face flushed with passion. She reached down and similarly tugged my cock free of my knickers before engulfing it with her rima oris, sucking and licking it like a total pro.

Paul, now fully engaged manipulated her position so that she was kneeling along the sofa with her stern to him, her mouth not leaving my cock even for an flash. I felt like I would irrupt at any moment.

Lining himself up with her from buttocks, Paul pushed the head of his cock inside her and with one fortuity, pushed deep inside her. I thought Marie was going to bite my cock off as she clenched her backtalk around it. Marie was moaning and gurgling as if in add extasy as Paul started to push up enthusiastically in and out of her, each time driving back hard into her. As he continued, Marie got more and more expect away, her moans now much louder I could feel the palpitation of her throat on my cock, intensifying the sensations, her bosom swinging beneath her with each thrust. Paul too was clearly in a very excited res publica, pushing harder and deeper each time. mo later he stiffened and grunted as he unloaded deep into her fertile depths and what almost simultaneously, Maria groaned, and her body shuddered vigorously as she too came hard. With the sight of Paul cumming inside her coupled with her moans and pulsating torso was too practically for me and I erupted spontaneously into the back of her throat. Marie gulped and swallowed as jet after jet of cum stab into her mouth.

We stayed in our respective side for various moments, breathing hard, waiting for the aftershocks to cool it and a sentience of reasonable normality to return. Ange turned over, facing up and lay down almost naked with her capitulum in my lap and her legs stretched along the couch across Paul's ramification, 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 wad of two men, sweat on her brow making some of her tomentum reefer to her nerve, the residue tumbled to either side.

Apostle of the Gentiles reached out and started to very gently knead Marie's button and finger's breadth her, making her squirm.

"nooo, too sensitive, 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 unfounded 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 meter, it was already past tense 3:00am, and we were all satiated, enjoying the afterglow of what to me had been a truly exciting experience. We had lost track of prison term.

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

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

Saul of Tarsus winked at me"I told you it was sinewy"… we just grinned at each other about the wordless possibilities of what we now had.

I shed my wearing apparel hopped into bed, while Paul headed into the node room, which happened to be opposite the room to our door. Marie climbed into bed alongside me, still naked. She flicked off her bedside twinkle and with optic closed. Her body brushed against my arm as she snuggled into me."skillful night honey"she whispered almost affectionately as we both quickly drifted into sleep.

The next dayspring, I started to waken up and focus my centre through the sunlight that was now streaming in through the curtain. I was alone in bed. I hauled myself out of bed and grabbing my robe, snuck out of the way towards the node room door. I heard muffled sounds coming from downstairs so as quietly as I could, made my way down the steps and carefully headed towards the kitchen.

Just before I entered, I caught a glance of Marie and Paul. Marie was dressed in a light silky robe that she had for some time but never wore. The robe came down to her second joint and the silklike fabric clung to her accentuating her curves, her peel radiance with that freshly showered flavour.

Marie was bend face down over the kitchen table, rocking back and Forth as Paul pounded her from behind, doggy flair. She was moaning and cried out"omg Paul, I'm cumming, I'm cumming"and with that started to spasm as a hefty climax rocked through her body, her succus squelching as Paul grunted and pushed hard into her with a net thrust as he began pumping his semen into her vulnerable pussy. They stayed locked together for a few moments before Paul pulled out from her.

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

I crept back to the stairs and made a decimal point of making my steps more audible.

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

Marie turned, handing Saul of Tarsus a cup of coffee.

"good cockcrow sleepy, I made chocolate for us all"she said trying her considerably to sound formula but attempting to encompass 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"William Tell you later"to me. Marie turned and handed me a cup of java with a smiling of whiteness that had I not known anything would have convinced me that all the consequence of the dark had been in my imagination.

Placing the chocolate on the tabular array, I pulled Marie to me and kissed her deeply on the lips, immediately pressing my natural language into her lip. She responded instantly, kissing me back hungrily. She was still horny, and I loved it. I slid the gown off her berm, and it slid down her torso to the primer coat. She was completely naked.

grasping her assertively by the helping hand, I ushered her out of the kitchen and indicating Apostle Paul to follow, led her back up the stair to our room. Normally Marie would accept 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 look the behind of the bed towards Paul. She squatted over me set for me to infiltrate her, but I slipped my fingers inside lubricating them well with the mix of juice that glistened over my fingerbreadth and smeared it liberally over her virgin SOB, my index finger pushing inside. Pulling her John L. H. Down onto my raging erection, I slipped easily inside her kitty while my fingers continued to solve on her ass, sliding in one and then 2 fingers as I slowly stretched her.

Marie started to instinctively bounce up and down on my rooster, increasingly moaning with each stroke. I lubed both my thumbs on her succus and pushed them inside her ass curtain raising it still further. She felt incredibly stiff, but it seemed that her corporeal fluids were all I needed to lubricate her sphincter. Marie leaned forward and as Saint Paul approached the end of the bed, she took his cock in her rima oris and started to suck him. He soon started to get hard again. Marie continued to fuck and take up for several proceedings, gasping for breathing time every now and again and increasingly was fucking my cock with my quarter round still working their way into her innards. Not wanting to cum just yet, I stopped her and pulled out of her pussy, maneuvering her to a more just squatting position, I lowered her down aiming her rosebud rightfield over my cock. I pressed into her and she flinched, letting out a slight yelp as the point of my peter forced clear 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 of drawers, forcing myself deeper, so that she was laying, face up along my torso, my peter buried deeply in her bowels. The sensory faculty was unreal, so compressed and soft, I had never been capable to persuade Marie to let me anywhere near her ass before, even the slightest sense of touch of my finger's breadth would freak out her out, often triggering the end of lovemaking for the Night. This new experience had me almost ready to detonate in moments but fortunately I was still able to have back. Marie was moaning and relishing in this new experience, mewing and moaning. I could almost feel her body experiencing a succession of tiny orgasms with each energy into her.

I guess Paul already knew where this was heading as he moved forward without encouragement, massaging his already hard shaft in his hand, and maneuvered between our ramification, lifting and separating Marie's ankles before pressing into her. Given that my cock was already tightly wedged up her ass, she was often tighter and even though she was sopping wet, he literally had to agitate hard to get his cock inside her. The sensation of feeling another man's tool separated only by a thin membrane was weird at get-go but at the same fourth dimension it excited me beyond words to think that Marie was now taking 2 tool for the first of all time ever.

"OMG so big… so fully, don't closure, don't period"she was muttering over and over as we found our rhythm and started to really sleep together her. As she was laying stretched out on top of me, I could feel every muscle and every tremor of her soundbox. It was amazing to see Marie so turned on, so enjoying sex, it was everything I had ever wanted. I reached around in social movement of her and started to rub down her bosom, pinching her nipples and holding them up for Saul of Tarsus, who bent forward and started sucking on them. Marie was gibbering away"OMG OMG"before suddenly letting out an ear-piercing screeching as a massive orgasm ripped through her shuddering body. The chroma was too much for Paul the Apostle and he erupted inside her, causing Marie to orgasm hard a further time, elbow grease pouring from her, juice flowing out and down both her and my thigh. Feeling Marie's spasming and Paul's cock pulsing and twitching inside her, I could not hold back any longer and erupted rope after rope of cum abstruse into her bowels.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed, our shaft slipped out of her as she rolled off me, still panting, a dazed facial expression in her optic, her naked body 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, cautious wife I had been married to for the past 10 old age, she was a sex goddess and I intended to enjoy every bit of it.

Over the course of instruction of the day, St. Paul and I fucked Marie at various times, 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 pretty indisputable Saul of Tarsus felt the same. It was as if Marie was constantly horny and always bequeath. She had even collected various hickies on her boob. We had even sent Marie into her dark place and instructed her to remain naked and not shower, consequently she spent much of the day with crusty streaks of cum down her thigh. She even spent the night sleeping with Paul.

Eventually, Mon morning came around and we all had workplace to go to. metre to change her programming once again. We were sitting around the board in our robe, savoring our first cup of coffee of the day, when Paul adopted his assertive spokesperson,"Marie, sleepytime ”, which instantly sent her into her black place.

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

"my supporter"

"good female child"

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

"yes"

"after the tally of 3 you will wake up and feel refreshed, you will admit a exhibitioner and get ready for work"

"yes"

Apostle Paul counted down and Marie came back to the present, continuing our general aurora chat, as if nothing had happened.

As the coffee finished, Marie excused herself and went up to get ready. Fortunately, my commute was far shorter, 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 hearing. We'll have to do that again next time you're up this way.

"Definitely"replied Apostle Paul with a big grin.

"Just be thrifty what you wish for. You have the power to make Marie tell you anything, believe anything, and do anything that you want her to ”.

I laughed,"seems like there's endless possibilities Alice 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 heedful, ok ?"Paul reminded me in all seriousness but given that I had the power to vary things, I felt pretty safe.

I rustled up some breakfast for us all, which passed smoothly, Marie more or less back to her normal self, polite, buttoned-down, but noticeably a little more warm with me. She had changed out of her robe and came back into the kitchen wearing her work outfit ; a dark, knee length skirt and jumper but she clearly had no bra on, which immediately gave me an erection. I could only imagine the look on the faces of her male colleagues.

Finally, we said our good-by and went off to start employment. It was going to be an interesting future.

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