"You're kidding me, James," I scowled. "C'mon, man. This is a load of crap."
"It's not, " he protested. "I know how it sounds but it really works, Dave. Honest." Dave doesn't usually casually make up stories, so I was more than curious, but I remained skeptical.
"OK," I offered. "Tell me the story again, with more detail."
"All right. I went to Bangkok which, as you know, I have to do twice a year to meet with exporters and try to figure out our product line. It used to be different and exciting, but now it's just routine and a very long, tiring trip. After the meetings, I would sometimes have business dinners, and then just usually go back to my hotel, read a little and sack out. The time difference is a killer.
"But at this one meeting, there was a new young guy, Hon, and we hit it off well. Before long, we were laughing and joking around like old friends. He was much more progressive than his colleagues. It turns out that Hon was the son of one of the owners and had gone to college in Boston, which explained why he spoke English so well. As it turns out, he also knew how to party like a pro.
"Anyway, one night after a lot of boring meetings and product reviews, Hon and I went out after dinner to the 'other side of the tracks,' a couple of strip joints deep inside the city. No tourist places – you had to know someone. The women were gorgeous, Dave, and would do anything you wanted. Just for kicks, Hon and I brought a couple of hot young dancers back to a hotel suite that Hon's company reserves for 'special guests.' He said that his father didn't want to know about it, but understood that some of his younger customers wanted to have some 'fun' when they were so far away from home.
"Before we go into the room, Hon hands me a vial with what looked like powder in it. He tells me that it's some kind of aphrodisiac, and to just put some in her coke and in a little while, she'd be the wildest fuck I ever had. I told him, 'no way.' I wasn't going to drug a girl in a foreign country, I'd end up in prison on some island! He told me to calm down, that if he did anything to lose my company's business, he'd be sent to the same island. He explained that this mixture of herbs was completely natural. It was originally developed to get prize animals to breed – a lot. It somehow released inhibitions while cranking up the body's natural hormonal sex drive to incredible levels. But it caused the body no damage whatsoever. He said the Bangkok businessmen used it all the time. Then he opened the jar, stuck his wet finger in it and licked it off just to prove it was safe.
"Oh 'what the fuck,' I thought. I put the amount he suggested in her coke and we went into the next room. Now this girl was hotter than a Harley muffler, but she couldn't speak much English. As we sipped our cokes, we just smiled at each other a lot, then she gave me a neck massage which I really appreciated. This lasted maybe 15 to 20 minutes or so. Then it happened.
"She started to breathe a little differently I guess, a little deeper. Then she walked in front of me and did the most seductive striptease I've ever seen – ever. She was rubbing her hands all over her body. Then she pulled down the top of her dress and squeezed her nipples for just a minute and then, I swear, she came just from that. Then she started rubbing her own pussy and within a few minutes, she came again, falling to her knees. I looked into her eyes, Dave. They were totally wild with lust.
"She pulled my pants down and gave me blowjob from heaven. It started from the tip of my cock and ended with her sucking my balls. She wanted, no she needed my cum. She was moaning so loud I thought we'd wake up the whole hotel and, get this, while she was blowing me, she was rubbing her own pussy and came at least two more times.
"Anyway, that's how the night went. It was like from another planet. Before I left to came home Hon gave me a present."
Dave pulled a vial the size of a film roll container out of his jacket and handed it to me.
"Now listen," he advised in a serious tone.
"First, you did not get this from me. And you must never tell anyone about it at all – ever." I nodded my agreement. "You don't have to use very much," he continued. "You're going to use this on your wife. You don't want to make her so crazy that she knows something is wrong. Just enough to crank up her natural desire a notch or two. About a thimble-full will do that just fine."
"What about the taste and smell," I asked. "How do I mask those."
"Very little of either," he assured me. When you put it on some hot food, it just melts in and you'd never know it was there."
"Any other advice?"
"Yeah," he said, "The effects will last a couple of hours. Just try and make sure you're going to be alone when you use it. You don't want her fucking your friends. As much as we'd like to," he grinned.
"James, I swear," I admonished him, "If you're putting me on and this thing blows up in my face, I'm going to freak!"
"Dave," he responded with an earnest look, "If this doesn't do just what I said, I will eat a basket of bran muffins right in front of you." Bran muffins give James the hives.
I thought to myself, could this be? It just had to be too good to be true. And yet, here was my friend of many years, sitting in front of me and in his most sincere manner telling me that my dreams could come true. I wanted it to be real.
"Do something to set the mood," James continued, "so she sort of has a reason to be more aroused than usual, and won't be suspicious. A porno or erotic magazine helps. Have a drink. You understand?" I did, and my mind was already becoming fertile with plans.
"Also," he smirked, "jerk off in the morning so you don't cum too quick. No sense in going to all this trouble for three minutes of pleasure." He had a point.
OK, now let me give you a little background before I tell you what happened. Karen and I have been married for eight years. I've never cheated on her, and as far as I know, she's been faithful as well. Karen is tall, about five foot seven, with dancer's legs – long , lean and toned. Her breasts are a full size C, not too big, but very nice and firm. Her hair is dark brown which, along with her green eyes, olive skin and full, sensuous lips, gives her a rather striking look. She rarely plays it up when not at work, preferring jeans and sneakers to skirts and high heels. Glasses to contact lenses. Flannel pajamas to silk nightgowns. You get the picture. When she's dressed up for work or to go out though, her looks get plenty of attention.
Sexually, our relationship is, well, satisfying. You couldn't help but enjoy fucking such an attractive girl. She's affectionate, willing and giving, if not extremely desirous of sex. She aims to please without question. My question was, could James' "magic powder" take her kid gloves off and unlock her true sexuality? Could it really ring her bell? I couldn't ponder too long. I had to prepare.
It was a Thursday. I called Karen at the law office where she works as a Paralegal. I suggested that we take a night off from cooking and I would grab a pizza. She asked for mushroom of course, and told me she would be home at 7:00 sharp – starving. I promised that the pizza would be hot and ready – just like me. She giggled at my crack. I though, she has no idea. I felt a little like a sexual terrorist – but a kind one. Then I set the stage.
First, the phones. I went to the basement and simply unplugged the main line. The last thing I needed was her mother calling just when she was feeling like a taste of hard cock. Then I got one of my favorite pornos, and put it out of sight under the coffee table, alongside a silver vibrator we used all too rarely to spice things up. Then I went upstairs and showered, dressing in her favorite khakis and light blue shirt and splashed on some Pleasures for Men cologne, which she adored. Then I ordered the pizza on my cell phone. Half mushroom for Karen and half sausage, which she hates. I had to make sure she ate the mushroom slices.
Minutes before she got home, I applied the powder to the mushroom side. I wasn't sure how much she would eat, though, or which mushroom slices, so I put an equal amount on each one, figuring she'd eat two – her usual. James was right, it melted right in and was undetectable.
At 7:00pm sharp, Karen walked in. My heart was beating a mile a minute, my cock swelling in my briefs. I looked Karen over. In her black work outfit she looked both professional and hot. With her makeup and perfume on, she must have been the envy of every girl in the office. We sat down and ate the pizza while she told me about her day. The usual - the lawyers were cocky, rude and overworked. They didn't appreciate her. Obviously, I could not keep my head in the conversation. I just kept looking at her for any sign of change, but didn't see any – yet. James, this better work.
When we were done eating, we fell into our overstuffed couch to relax. Just to see if there were any rumblings, I pulled out the porn tape and put it on the table. Karen smirked at me a bit, I told her that it was a new one and we could watch it only if she wanted. She was noncommittal. Only a few minutes had passed since we finished our pizza and – what's that? Did someone walk in the back door?
"Hello," said a familiar voice.
"Hi Nancy," Karen replied. "We're in here."
Nancy was Karen's friend and co-worker. She was a few years older than us, divorced. I'd describe Nancy as a large framed woman. Not fat, but large. Truthfully, I thought she was voluptuous. She was of Latin heritage. Dark hair and eyes, pretty face and absolutely huge tits – huge. I enjoyed her company - normally - and although I don't know much about her failed marriage, I know this: she seemed like she would dig sex a lot. We kidded around about it plenty, but didn't take it too far. She was Karen's bosom buddy and took her lead from her. Conservative. I must confess, I had often thought about – oh my. She walked in the room, eating a slice of mushroom pizza.
