In chapter 1, Eric Wright, Renaissance scholar, found a spell the sixteenth-century heretic Giordano Bruno had created. He used it on his wife Julie, a petite yet strong-willed lawyer, enslaving her will but otherwise leaving her mental faculties intact. In chapter 2 he added a committed and somewhat masochistic lesbian named Shelly to his growing harem. In chapter 3 he told his best friend Ray about the spell, leaving out some crucial details, and Ray suggested they use the spell on his wife, Stephanie. In chapter 4 Eric arranges to use the spell on Julie's nineteen-year-old aerobics instructor, Tabby, at the same time as he will use it on Stephanie at a dinner party they will all attend. Without Ray's knowledge, Eric plans to use it on him as well... for his own good, of course.
All characters in this story are over the age of 18.
I'd decided to come into the office to get a bit of writing done. A university campus during the summer is a peaceful place, given the absence of students, and I'd gotten a good bit done since arriving at 7 this morning. My wife Julie had gotten up early for her 5AM yoga session with the delectable Tabby whom I planned to add to my harem in just a few days, so I'd seen no reason why not to go ahead and get my day started early. I was well-rested, sexually satisfied from regularly making use of any and all of Julie and Shelly's holes, and generally just feeling good about life so I'd made substantial progress on the article I was writing. I wouldn't be mentioning Giordano Bruno's little love spell, of course, as no one needed to know about that.
Of course that spell, and the unexpected fact that it actually worked, hadn't been far from my mind, given how much it had changed my life, but I hadn't given much thought to the help my colleague in the music department, Dr. Elizabeth Cogswell, had provided in making it work. As a musicologist and violinist she had deciphered the idiosyncratic notation system Bruno had used for writing up the musical component of the spell, then made a recording of her playing it as well. I should have said something to her about that since then, an oversight that was especially egregious given how close the two of us have become as friends over the past couple of years.
All those thoughts cascaded through my head as I looked up at Elizabeth's smiling face when she knocked on the open door to my office, before coming in and plopping down on the guest chair. Doing so did interesting things to her impressive rack. I hadn't wasted a lot of time thinking about her sexually, since she'd told me early on that she's "mostly gay," as she put it, and I'd never known her to date a man, but I couldn't help but notice how cute Elizabeth was from time to time. At 5'6" she was a full six-inches taller than my wife, and more plumply rounded since she wasn't obsessed about working out the way Julie was. That also meant, though, that she had full, plump tits and a nicely cushioned ass. Combined with her light-brown hair and the cute round glasses that she wore at times when she didn't feel like dealing with her contacts, Elizabeth definitely gave off a sexy nerd vibe.
I cleared all that from my mind as best I could as I smiled back then said, "Nice to see you Elizabeth. It's been too long since we've hung out."
Elizabeth said, "Yeah it has, man. Where you been?"
The momentary image of ass fucking Shelly as Julie rimmed my own asshole shot through my mind, since that's what we'd done last night, but instead of saying anything like that I just waved at my computer and said, "Oh, you know, the academic grind."
Elizabeth nodded with understanding. As a younger faculty member still scratching her way up the tenure track, she understood the demands of our publish or perish environment all too well. Then she said something that made my heart skip a little.
"Yeah, that's what I was going to talk to you about. You know I'm heading to a conference in Vienna in a couple of months, right? I'm thinking of tacking a week or two on and going to Rome to check out the manuscript where you found the information about that spell by Bruno. Writing up the musical elements will be my best bet at a quick article, I think."
I was quiet for a moment as I thought about what she was saying. She was right, of course, and I should have anticipated this issue. But if she wrote that article up, it could lead to a lot of trouble. The manuscript had remained unnoticed for centuries and might continue to do so, if some over-zealous scholar didn't tell the world about it. Ordinarily I would be encouraging that zeal—after all, I liked Elizabeth and I wanted her to get tenure. But not this time. All I could think about was what might happen if the wrong people started looking into Bruno's spell more carefully. What if some government found out it actually worked? What sort of terrible things might they do to get control of this sort of magic? More immediately, what if the CIA or some foreign government's intelligence services found out I'd already discovered how to use this spell for my own benefit. That's the sort of thing that could lead to me being disappeared, or a death made to look like an accident. At the very least I could expect a string of uncomfortable questions I didn't want to answer.
I tried to keep all that out of my voice and be as casual as I could, as I asked, "Have you bought tickets yet?"
Elizabeth sat back and stretched in a way that did interesting things to her large breasts, then said, "Naw, not yet. You know me, always putting things like that off until the last minute. I figured I could pick your brain about what you already know about the manuscript containing the song, Bruno, that sort of thing, before I formalize plans."
My mind was whirring with possibilities as I thought through what sort of threat Elizabeth's plans might represent, and how best to deal with those threats. I like Elizabeth a lot, she was one of my best friends, but there was no way I could just tell her what was really happening. She'd either laugh it off as a joke, think I had gone insane... or even worse, believe me and think I'd done something terrible.
As I was thinking about all this, my roiling thoughts must have shown themselves on my face, because Elizabeth cocked her head as she peered more closely at me as she asked, "Are you okay dude?"
I gave a little laugh, and as I did, a plan hit me. I got up, glanced into the hallway, and pulled my door closed. Elizabeth watched with bemusement, then said, "This must be serious, huh?"
I sat back down and said, "Well, less serious and more embarrassing. Look, we've become pretty close friends over the past few years, right?"
Elizabeth gave a slow nod as she said, hesitantly, "Right..."
I continued on, "And you've joked about how hot you think Julie is more than once."
Elizabeth chuckled and motioned toward Julie's picture on my desk, "Dude, it's no joke, your wife is hot."
I nodded and said, "Yeah, I think so too. But... we've been married for seven years now, just had our anniversary as you know."
I paused and Elizabeth said, "Yeah, congratulations, man."
I nodded and said, "Thanks. And, well... you know, over time some things get a little stale... you've joked about wanting to have sex with Julie..."
Elizabeth held up her hand, "Whoa dude. Yeah, I have, but if you're about to ask me to do a threesome with you guys, I'm going to have to stop you there. You're a nice guy and one of my best friends, but like I told you once, I'm mostly gay. I've experimented with a guy or two here and there, but I'm mainly into women. Besides, it would get weird seeing you around if we'd double teamed your wife."
I snorted out a bit of laughter. That was indeed where I was heading with this, but at her response I made a pivot. "Not, it's not that at all. See... Julie has... umm... fantasized... about being with another woman, but she's never done anything like that."
As I said that the image of Julie eating my cum out of Shelly's twat flashed through my mind, but I forged on. "It's something we've, you know, discussed in the bedroom, to liven things up. But she's been hesitant to try it, because it would have to be with someone she finds attractive, who we could trust, and she brought your name up..."
