I'm just watching my wife in her garden. She looks as beautiful as the first time I ever saw her. I can get hard just looking at her beautiful figure and knowing that I have the same effect on her. Two people were not meant to be this happy, but we are. This is the story of how that happened. My wife would tell you herself, but she doesn't remember a lot of it. She just cares about the here and now.
And I guess that's for the best.
1. Hidden Desire
I knew she was my perfect mate the first moment I saw her. I wanted nothing more than to wake up next to her every morning for the rest of my life.
My best friend, Virgil had just come back from the service with medals and wife in tow. His wife was Marianne and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. How in the world had he ever managed to trap such a goddess, and why couldn't I have been the one? They moved in across the street and I was treated to her sight every day.
He came over immediatley upon settling in and greeted me. We hadn't seen each other in three years as he was stationed on the other coast.
"Hey, Randy! You don't know how good it is to be back home. Marianne couldn't wait to move here - she was tired of city life, and so was I. You still single, old stud?"
"Of course, and we both know I'm no stud. How did you ever find something that gorgeous and manage to marry her? I would have been so tongue-tied I wouldn't have been able to speak." I meant every word of that too. Virgil was the local stud before the service called, and he was the last person I ever expected to settle down, much less with perfection.
Virgil laughed and said. "Wouldn't you have married her if you had the chance? I couldn't stand to see some ofther guy have her, so I proposed. When she said yes, I realized that I did love her and I wanted to settle down. I miss all the other chicks I could be having, but when we go up to bed at night, I no longer see anything but her. You'll meet her later. I've told her all about you, and it's only fair you get the chance to defend yourself." he said, slapping me on the shoulder.
Knowing Virgil the way I did, Marianne probably thought I was the local rapist, pedophile and peeping Tom all rolled into one. Virgil loved practical jokes almost as much as much as he loved fucking women. And he was an expert in both fields. That gave me an idea on how to win his wife away from him.
I don't know when I decided to steal Marianne away from him, but I think it was when he said that he proposed just so some other guy wouldn't get her. I would have proposed for love.
Two days passed and I met Marianne for the first time. She smiled and hugged me warmly as if she'd known me all her life. I was so embarrased I turned two different shades of red. She saw that and gave me an astonished look.
"I can't believe you'd be embarrased by a little hug? After what Virg said about you, I was half expecting you to grab me and French kiss me or squeeze my ass or something. Yet, you blush. Has my practical joker of a husband caught me again?" she said looking at Virgil with amusement.
Virgil was trying to keep from laughing and not succeeding very well. He gave it up, finally and broke out in gales of laughter. "You should have seen your face, honey! You look almost as though you were disappointed Randy DIDN'T try anything. I got ya this time, babe. I'm one up now." He had a look of triumph on his face, but Marianne was furious.
"Virgil, that's not at all funny. I been wanting to meet Randy since we got here, and see for myself if any of that garbage you fed me was true. Now, I've went and embarrassed a nice, sweet man, that doesn't even know me. He probably thinks you marrried some kind of a sex fiend or something. Wait 'til we get back home. Paybacks are hell, you know." With that outburst, Marianne came over and gave me small kiss on the cheek apologizing for earlier. I nearly fainted.
We visited for a couple of hours and Marianne began to relax. When she heard I was single, she got the look in her eyes all women get when opportunity for matchmaking kicks in. I've seen that look on other women before, and it always unnerved me, because it was almost like the poor guy was being stalked and hunted. With Marianne giving me that look, I was even more afraid because I wanted me to do the stalking of her!. Virgil, who by that time was pretty well buzzed, never noticed a thing. This was getting easier and easier.
The next three months, I kept quiet and observed how they treated each other. I began to see the signs of restlessness in Virgil again. He wanted other women, and Marianne was being left alone nights more often too. Better and Better. It was time for my first move.
2. Phone Call
Through my work (I'm a scientist), I had developed a formula that bends peoples wills. I rarely, if ever used the formula except to bail me out of some tight spots. I am so plain looking as a man, that I finally had to use the formula to get laid. The problem was that I knew the woman was only letting me screw her because the formula made her obey my commands, and I could never develop any real feelings of love. All my life I wanted a family and home I could call me own, but I was so nerdy that woman ignored me or ridiculed me most of my life. The only woman that ever was anything close to a real relationship, broke my heart when she married a man she'd met a week earlier. They moved out of town,. but not before she told me that I was so lousy a boyfriend that she had to find a real man before it was too late. That still hurt and it's been years.
The chemical works in an interesting way. It travels through sound waves. All I have to do is drink it and speak into a phone or say something or even use a voice recognition system on a computer to make the chemical work.
I called Virgil up after taking the chemical.
"Hi buddy, what you got planned this weekend?" I needed to hear his voice to activate the chemical. Marianne answered and yelled for him. I had to be careful. I did not want to control Marianne, yet. I would like to do this without having to control her, but I didn't think I could succeed otherwise.
Virgil came on the line souinding annoyed. "The game was in the last two minutes and its tied. This had better be good."
Virgil, you are under my power, you cannot resist me. Each time I tell you something, you will do it without question. Now send Marianne out for something. We need to talk alone. Call me back when she's left. We'll need at least fifteen minutes." I heard him call for Marianne and I hung up the phone. He called back in about five minutes.
"She has went to the store. She will be gone a half hour or more." he said in a monotone voice.
"Good. Listen to these instructions. When you understand them say the number of the instruction back to me and repeat the instruction. You will not be able to resist these instructions. They will become part of your being. They will seem totally natural."
You will no longer have sex with Marianne of any kind. Looking at her nude body makes you ill. You desire and can only achieve orgasm in women other than your wife. You will make her feel as though she does not turn you on anymore and you will ask her to wear sexy clothes for you to help. These clothes you will then take and give them to your string of mistresses.
When you fuck other women, you will arrange for all of your sessions to be videotaped, and you will climax mightily knowing you are being recorded. You will want to screw your conquests in your own bed because you feel safer there.
You will not allow Marianne any sort of sexual aids and will forbid her to masturbate. You will inform her that if she gets too frustrated to come see me and I will help her over her frustrations. You will not allow her to have any friends, male or female, over unless you are there. If a couple joins you for the night, you will try to screw the woman before they leave. If you cannot, you will seek out the most expensive whore you can find and have her give you a blowjob.
You will encourage Marianne to think of me as her only friend. As the only person she can trust. You will hint that I may look nerdish, but I am a stud in bed. You will inform her that I have incredible stamina and can last all night. When she asks how you know this, tell her that we screwed around together a few times when we were younger. (This was an out and out lie, but I had plans for Marianne, so this lie wouldn't make any difference)
Finally, you will began to have erotic dreams about other men. You will find yourself masturbating to images of big cocks plowing into your ass and sucking dicks. As the months go on, you will find women's bodies increasingly ugly and your wife's the ugliest of all. You will give into your desires and not touch a woman again. You will become gay, and live for the touch of a man and the feel of a cock in your ass and the sensation of your cock in a man's ass. You will not have any desire for me, though. You will also take pity on your wife and encourage her to have sex with her only true friend, me. You will tell her that it is the only way to make you happy as you cannot be her husband anymore.
I waited for a few minutes and he began to recite the numbers and instructions back to me. After about fifteen minutes of this, I said goodbye and hung up the phone.
Now all I had to do was wait.
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