Author's Note:
As you may have already learned by now, this story, while exploring a system of magic and how use of it may affect the purveyors of said magic, is also exploring the genre of what may best be described as slut wives. This is a genre of growing popularity on the internet and happens to be my favorite genre of erotica.
But I absolutely get that there are a lot of people who are really turned off by it. This is why I warned people about this at the outset. I feel the need to reiterate that warning here because it is going to go even deeper into it with this chapter.
I do promise that the story will eventually dig deep into who Jessie really is and how she is connected with the book, but the initial chapters are focusing on how a woman who thought she was asexual might respond to suddenly being subjected to intense sexual desire and an ability to seduce nearly everyone around her.
Also note that while an element of mind control is involved here, at no point has Jessie forced anyone to do anything they didn't really want to do anyway. We'll see this isn't entirely possible with this system of magic as the story progresses
-look at all the opportunities that exist here. so many chances to act slutty-
These thoughts always came to her when she was
hungry
, the way she always got after visits to the book. She always came away physically drained and full of a nearly overpowering lust. And that's when these thoughts would come to her. She attributed them to her lust making her consider things she ordinarily wouldn't, and would try to push them back, but without a good track record of success. In two days she'd seduced a high school friend and let her fiancé fuck her, and she'd had sex with her step-father.
For that very reason she'd debated not going into the book in the morning after Tom left for work, but then she got to thinking about an experiment she wanted to try. She'd been intrigued at how easily she'd been able to deep throat Hamid's cock on Saturday and how that had translated to her being able to do it with Tom. She wanted to see if the same thing would apply with her as yet unexplored orifice.
So, when Tom had left for work, she reached into the book and asked Hamid to take her anally. He had simply smiled, put her on all fours on the bed, lubricated his massive shaft in her pussy, and then fed it into her ass.
She found that she didn't like it as much as regular intercourse, but that she still really enjoyed it. She knew that Tom would enjoy the results of the experiment later on.
But it meant she started her day with the same hunger she had felt the last two mornings.
-oooh, that one looks particularly tasty-
She tried to shake that thought as she caught herself staring at the ass of the man in front of her at the coffee shop. She really hoped that a good cup of coffee would wake her up enough that she could control the urges that were swirling around inside of her. She looked up from the ass, tightly encased in a pair of jeans, to see the man looking at her and smiling. She smiled back and watched as he checked her out.
-yes, he will do just fine-
She didn't even attempt to shake that thought from her mind. Instead she began to think of ways she could convince the man in front of her to follow her to a more private location. Just then, the man's gaze shifted and Jessie noticed a woman walking towards him, carrying a baby. She took her place beside the man, handing him the baby.
-oooh, she would work too. look at how full those breasts are-
Jessie closed her eyes and concentrated. She had so much shopping to do. She had to go back to work the next day, and all her clothes looked like they should be worn by a fifty year old spinster working at the library, telling everyone to be quiet, and not a young sexy woman like herself. It was time to flaunt the beautiful body she had been given, not hide it behind dowdy old clothes. She needed to focus, or there was no way she would ever make it through this trip to the mall.
Gerry was lurking around the lingerie department. He had come in to get a new belt as his old one wasn't quite big enough anymore. He had been struggling to keep the weight off since Karen had left him. On his way to the belts, he had stumbled upon the intimates section. Sometimes he found it entertaining to wander through and see the mannequins dressed in sexy underwear and see the pictures of girls in lingerie. He looked around and didn't see anyone else close by, so he lingered a little longer than if he were just passing through.
"Excuse me," he heard a voice behind him say, "but maybe we can help each other out?"
He turned to find himself looking at an unbelievably sexy redhead who had to be one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen. He actually looked back the other way, assuming perhaps she was talking to someone else since women like this never even noticed Gerry's existence, much less came up and talked to him.
"I .... ummmm," he stammered, trying to come up with some excuse for wandering around looking at women's sexy underwear.
"I mean," she said, "I see you're looking for some lingerie for your wife..."
"But ..." he tried to interrupt to tell her he wasn't even married anymore, but she wouldn't let him get a word in.
"And I am trying to pick out some really sexy things to wear for my fiancé, so maybe we can help each other."
"I .... I'm ... not ... not sure what you mean," He muttered, finding it difficult to hold a conversation with a woman that far out of his league, and finding it equally difficult to keep his eyes away from what had to be the most amazing body he had ever seen. She was wearing skin tight leggings that conformed to every marvelous curve of her lower half, and an equally tight halter top with a scooped neck that greatly emphasized what appeared to be world class tits.
