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

I wondered quite how far I could film this, even to the extent of trying to influence the sex life history of other people. I found the notion quite stimulating and there were respective people I would let loved to control ; the just problem was that I didn't have memory access to more of that drug. What I needed to do was get to see Alice 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 sweet-talk him into letting me get a supply of the drug. I pondered this for several sidereal day and decided that the best way maybe for either Marie and I to go visit him, or even to send Marie on her own. He'd probably jump at the luck 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 suspect something. induce metre alone with her, he might be more open to view and let his sentry duty down a bit. I set about planting the seeded player and as Marie had already been conditioned to delight sex with him, I planted the thought in her head that she had missed having sex with him and would therefore start exchanging messages and emails with him, send him aphrodisiac word picture of herself. She would lead him up to the point where he might invite the both of us to visit.

Over the path of the next few weeks, Marie followed my conditioning to the letter of the alphabet, starting off with a couplet of simple electronic mail and building up to the power point where she was exchanging texts with him several clock time a day. Eventually he messaged about what a shame it was that he couldn't get away and that we lived such a long aloofness from him. Perfect.

I set the next phase of the plan into place and got Marie to tell apart him that I would be attending an IT conference and she would contrive to number with me. Paul was caught and hoped he would stimulate hazard to spend alone time with her while I was attending the conference.

It was still former in her maternity, so I didn't have to worry about Paul finding out, but decided to juice things up a bit. During the time we were there, she would forget that she is my wife and believe that she was in fact Paul's wife, spending her Nox with him. I knew he would fuck her mental capacity out, but by now I didn't care. She was my ticket to a supplying of Apostle Paul's top-secret drugs.

The messaging continued and a mates of weeks later, we packed our bags and headed to the airdrome. We had agreed to meet up for a dinner party at a restaurant Saul of Tarsus had picked out. I sent Marie on ahead to meet Apostle Paul at the eating house and I changed at the hotel before heading over myself. Paul and Marie were already there waiting as the director showed me to their table. It was amazing how seamlessly Marie seemed to ingest slipped into her new part as Paul's wife, greeting me with a kiss on the nerve before taking her tooshie following conterminous him.

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

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

The repast was pleasant, 3 friends chatting freely together, sharing the casual jest and getting comfortable around each early again. At one stop Marie disappeared to the bathroom, leaving Paul and me alone.

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

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

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

"when is the conference over"he asked

"In 3 days, starting tomorrow"I replied

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

I saw the opportunity to get some leverage and jumped at it."How would you like to keep on her till the end of the calendar week ?"

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

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

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

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

"That's a big request Pat, not sure I can stretch to that, I could go to put behind bars if anyone found out"

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

"What on world 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, Saul, there's this bitch at body of work, who's always stealing my estimate 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 life unmanageable, and I need to commute that, and a couple more I can cerebrate of ”. The totally story was complete fiction, but it seemed to be plausible.

"So how many loony toons are you thinking of ?"

"I don't know… maybe 3 or 4"

Saul of Tarsus gulped ,.

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

Paul pondered my request for a few moments, weighing up the chance of spending a mates of weeks fucking my married woman 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 last anywhere near as long as the dose I gave Marie… they're likely to forget the conditioning and what they did within about a hebdomad"

"I could probably get one of those and wee out I'd sent it off as a sample distribution for mortal"

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

"great deal ! ”, I whispered to him… I certainly wish it lasted longer, but I'll take it"

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

"Ok, touch me after the conference and I'll let you have a demo kit… and don't worry, I'll readjust her programming when I send her place"

At that point, Marie returned to the tabular array and our conversation resumed as formula, chatting over desert.

We said our goodbyes and Marie left with St. Paul. Of course, there was no conference, so I just spent the 3 days hanging around in the hotel and doing a bit of limited sight-seeing. On income tax return to the hotel, the headphone luminance 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 seclusion of my room. There inside was an oblong box, alike in sizing to a character I had a span of field glass. Inside was a strip of 5 individual vindicated bubble packs, each containing just one lozenge together with a folded education note on how to use, potential side essence, etc. The solid matter looked very professional.

At the end of the stopping point day, I returned base. The remained of the 2 weeks were killing and seemed to drag in by. Saul of Tarsus occasionally sending me a subject matter, one was a picture of Marie, clearly laying on his bed, naked, dormancy, leg apart and cum leaking from her pussy. I missed her and this was more than I had initially planned, but the Leontyne Price seemed worth it to get the extra sexually transmitted disease. Now all I had to do was find a suitable candidate to essay it on.

There was one particular neighbour, who lived across the route, a brace of sign down from mine. She was a hot blond, I often noticed that she and her husband would frequently work on their front thou, he would cut the pasture and she would focalise on the bloom bottom. She was young, I estimated her to be in her mid-20s, one of those athletic types who, judging from her figure, would sustain been into aerobics and workouts at a gym somewhere. She often wore a storage tank top and shorts, which occasionally would reveal a enough cleavage when she bent forward.

I definitely felt pull in to her, but whenever we had spoken briefly in the past times, she had always seemed to be unapproachable. This added to my urge to try it on her. It just happened to be a really hot day, and I noticed that she was busying herself with weeding the bed of flowers. 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 minutes later. I pulled up alongside their sign of the zodiac and lowered the window on the rider position. She was kneeling on a rubber mat, prodding at the undercoat with a small tool. Her haircloth was tied back and there were beads of fret on her forehead.

"Looks like hungry workplace"I said in a favorable, gay way.

She looked up, trying to fix 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 reaction to a perfunctory greeting.

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

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

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

She peered into the car, trying to ensure whether I was just being some jerk trying to pick her up, or was genuinely just being the favorable neighbor.

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

I pressed the point menage

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

She nodded appreciatively

I pulled into my garage and headed for the kitchen. Taking the jug of frost tea, I poured out two glasses and topped them up with ice. I got the box of birth control pill and popped one out of its bubble pack, dropping one into one of the glasses. It fizzed and disintegrated as it floated around the top. Within seconds it had vanished completely, a single bubble all that remained as a trace. I added a slice of stinker to her glass, to make sure I didn't fuddle them and headed over.

She was just wrapping up, quite sweaty, with beads of fret trickling from her brow. She wiped her facial expression with the backrest of her hand. Her tank top clung to her abdomen, the straps of her bra, somewhat grayed by the sweat, clung to her shoulder joint. Her kneepan were slightly soiled, the hide 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 spare helping hand"

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

"Look, why don't we step inside, it's cooler there, I'll washables up showtime if you don't mind ”, she offered, seeming to have warmed slightly from her usual unreached nature.

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

"flavour, I hope you don't judgment, but I'm going to ask you to go now, I'm tired and going to go assume a nap before Frank gets home base ”.

Frank, I had learned was some 10 years older than her on his 2d marriage. I was redress about her age though, at 25 she was definitely in her prime.



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

"Jacy, can you hear my vox"

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

"Your husband's called weenie, isn't he ?"

"Yes"

"who am I Jacy ?"

"You're Pat, my neighbor"

"Do you like Pat ?"

"He seems ok, he just brought me a tea, that was variety of him"

"and where are you right now Jacy ?"

"I'm household"

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

"Yes, home is a secure blank space to be"

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

"Yes"

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

"No, I don't mind"

"How do you sense right now Jacy ?"

"Relaxed"

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

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

"How is your sex living ?"

"it's good"

"Do you enjoy sex ?"

"Yes"she responded without hesitation

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

"How often will you palpate horny ?"

"all the fourth dimension"

"That's right Jacy"

"Do you have it away your husband ?"

"Yes, very much"

"well"

"and have you ever been faithless ?"

"No, never, I would not do that"

"Jacy, you find that bra uncomfortable and hot, you feel the urge to take out 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. This was new, it meant although I hadn't planned on it, it seemed that I could get her to do affair even without her waking first. Her tit flopped free, the storage tank top clung to them, outlining their profile, her nipples now clearly seeable.

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

"Do you understand ?"

"Yes"

"In future you will chance bra uncomfortable to outwear and always prefer to not put on one"

"How do you sense about bras ?"

"they're uncomfortable ”, she replied

"yes, honorable"

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

"Why did you take your bra off in presence of Pat ?"

"Because it was uncomfortable"she replied

"You will start to enjoy that people like to see you without a bra and will finger horny whenever anyone looks at your breasts"

"yes"

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

"How do you feel about Pat"

"Strongly attracted to him"

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

"You will desire to have sex him at every chance you get"

"What do you want to do with Pat ?"

"rich person sex with him whenever I can"

"goodness girl"

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

"yes"

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

"What will you do ?"

"Keep it a underground from my husband"

"commodity"

"Now when I count down from 3 you will wake up, you will ascertain the ice tea refreshed you and you will no longer sense sap, instead you will experience really horny and want sex"

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

I turned to head out the door, not really intending to, but to try out her programming, while the drug was still alive in her system.

Jacy dropped her bra on the table, 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 span of hours… it's just…"she didn't continue, instead reached up, grabbed my head and kissed me. I kissed her back and our tongues searched each former out, the osculate becoming hungry, demanding.

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

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

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

I pulled the scrunchie from her hairsbreadth and long strands of blond hair cascaded down over her shoulder joint and down her back. It was exquisite, balmy, silky, a natural refinement of sandy blond. I was rock hard inside my short pants and her hand went to work unfastening the hold and zipper, dropping them to the trading floor along with my boxers. My cock immediately bounced free, standing hard and English-Gothic architecture to my consistency, She seemed do-or-die to be fucked.

I pulled her strappy little armored combat vehicle top up over her knocker and off over her head, exposing her magnificent mammilla. Not as magnanimous as Marie's, but perfectly shaped, her dark nipples standing proud.

She tugged my t-shirt off, tossing it away, I pushed her firmly and she fell back onto the bed, I grabbed postponement of her shortstop and panties and dragged them over her hip joint and off over her groundwork leaving her completely naked.

Her pussy was beautiful, a thin prick surrounded by puffy lips, it was glistening with her juices. A humble comic strip of neatly trimmed blond hairsbreadth just above, confirmed she was a natural blonde. I parted her articulatio talocruralis 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 gardening and being trapped in her panties, but it tasted delicious. Jacy started whining and moaning, recondite pharyngeal moans, her eubstance responding, her hip joint undulating, her respiration quickened, getting deeper, her snatch streaming with juice that I endeavored to lap up. I continued tormenting her kitty, watching her breasts heave with her breathing, her oculus staring widely undetermined. Her mouth was open displaying perfect strips of shiny white teeth.

We kept this frantic natural process up for various hour, her work force clasping my caput, when suddenly she clamped her thighs to my straits and wailed as an orgasm shuddered through every muscle in her body.

I climbed up the bed, lifting her ankles over my shoulders and plunged into her hot wanton twat, not wanting to macerate time on a more assuage seductive approach. The repressed frustrations of Paul having my married woman to fuck had me gear up to fuck her hard and I was going to do just that. Her pussy was Almighty ; tight, warmly, and silky and so wet. She screamed again, as I started to pound her, driving my stopcock cryptic inside. As I sped up and started to really hammer her, her pelvis started bucking up to mine, her gym-toned muscles working overtime to proceed up as we frantically fucked. I was taking my weight on my arms and knee, using the full violence of my hips to force into her. We were both panting, almost breathless, gasping loudly for air, her groan were stronger, louder, more urgent, when suddenly she cried out again and she crashed into a Major orgasm, her wall clamped around and milked my putz and a strong nebuliser of her succus spewed out soaking my abdomen and thighs. I couldn't have back and thrusting as far as I could into her, dumped unnumberable pulsing of cum deep inside her. I went dizzy, overwhelmed by the exertion and force of my own orgasm. I held myself inside her for as recollective as I could, my cock 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 read/write head and looked at me

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

The tabu of having just fucked my neighbor's gorgeous wife added to my sense of achievement, even if it had only been because of her programming. In that twinkling, I wished it had been permanent. I looked at her, laying there naked, and admired her acrobatic body.

She rolled over towards me and kissed me passionately. I kissed her back and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly.

"I've wanted this for so long, every time I've seen you, but you're married, and I didn't want to cause problems for you"she said, gazing into my eyes… her own I noticed were a beautiful pale green.

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

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

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

We fucked several more sentence over the succeeding few daytime, sometimes at her house, sometimes at mine. The sex was incredible, sometimes she would rag me like a banshee, totally lost in her own world of orgasmic never-never land. One night she even knocked at my threshold quite late on, apparently her husband had sex with her but left her foiled and was now"sleeping like a sister"in her words. I fucked her, pinned against the hall bulwark, satisfying her lust-fuelled frustration. I knew it was a danger 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 upshot of the drug were wearing off. I didn't care too much, it had been great and besides, it was almost time for Saul of Tarsus to deliver Marie back to me.

I texted Paul and asked him how it was going. A few arcminute later, my sound buzzed with a message back from him."Incredible time, she's insatiable… I'll send her spine with a lilliputian 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 okay when she finally returned, aliveness was hopefully going to get back to convention ; She didn't flavor any worse for all the fucking she'd no dubiety received. It turned out that Saul had sent her back with a software package for me. I went to the toilet to open it and inside was a modest ampule, a brace of syringes, and an unsigned hand-written greenback. The government note read"Use this one carefully, it's powerful. ‘ Bob Hope I can"borrow"her again soon. By the way, expect an unexpected guest ”. I was thrilled at receiving the injectable version and wondered if he intended it for the fictional"handler"I had told him about. I was more curious about who was going to wrench up as an unexpected guest.

We ate dinner as if nothing had changed and I quizzed her about whether we were expecting someone, but she denied knowing anything. No incertitude Paul the Apostle had set something up but programmed her to not call up. As if by some twist of fortune, about a week later, Marie and I were at the supermarket when we bumped into Jacy, or rather she bumped into me. Marie was meddling searching for something further down the aisle when Jacy came up, grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear"I miss you"before drifting away, looking back with a coy, girlie reflection, trying her best to forefend arousing Marie's suspicions. I looked at her incredulously, obviously the demonstration adaptation had longer lasting upshot than either Alice Paul or I anticipated.

Life has a remarkable way of suddenly turning complicated and it reminded me of a poetry that I once learned in schoolhouse, it went"oh what a Byzantine web we weave, when first we pattern to lead astray".