On a chilly Christmas day in northwestern North Carolina, the world continued on as it typically would on such a day; many businesses shut down for the day, parents surprised their children with presents, loved ones cozied up to one another to watch the veritable buffet of holiday movies. In short, everything was normal.
Inside apartment 415F of the Meadowlark Apartments, however, was an entirely different story. In here, something had taken over, had subverted the core nature of two young couples: a deck of cards. Harmless in appearance, these cards had mysteriously appeared beneath the Christmas tree, and, when a card was pulled from the deck, it enacted some kind of controlling force upon those whose names had been added to the deck.
It was because of these cards that Eric Mason now found his girlfriend Jennifer on her back, being humped furiously by his roommate Jeremy. The cards had forced him and Jeremy's girlfriend, Brenda, to watch as the act unfolded in front of them. For a brief moment, Jeremy and Jennifer had struggled to keep marginal control over their own bodies, but, in the end, they had been overcome. As of right now, Jeremy was the one she loved, the one she desired, and nobody else even existed to her.
This last thought caused Eric some concern inside; he had no idea when or even
if
the effect of the cards would wear off. He was terrified of the thought that he may never get to make love to his Jennifer again. His fear was shared by Brenda, sitting beside him on the couch, forced to slowly stroke his cock as they watched their significant others go wild on one another.
Eric couldn't help but feel jealous as his best friend got to be the first man to ever cum in Jennifer's pussy. He himself had come close a number of times in the heat of their lovemaking, but she had always stopped him, asking that he instead finish in her mouth or on her breasts. This time, however, under the influence of the cards, she had not only allowed Jeremy to cum in her, she had insisted upon it.
Just then, a strange thought popped into Eric's head: watching Jeremy and Jennifer fuck for so long was actually pretty hot. He began to appreciate the way his girlfriend's body moved in subtle ways as she was pleasured again and again. He noticed how her nails dug into the floor, he noticed how her hips gyrated perfectly in time with her lover's, and he noticed how she never took her eyes off the man who now straddled her.
C'mon, Eric
he thought to himself,
don't let the cards alter your thoughts. This is the woman you love fucking your best friend right in front of you.
But Eric knew the truth- the cards had not put those thoughts there. They had been entirely his. He, not the cards, loved watching his girlfriend fuck another man. His cock sprang more eagerly to life than it had been the entire time Brenda had been touching it.
Brenda, or, at least, whatever was controlling her, seemed to notice this, and began to stroke his cock more eagerly. He felt as if he could cum any second, but for some reason, he wasn't. It seemed as though the force making them dance to its tune had other ideas.
Suddenly, without warning, and certainly with no input from his own will, Eric turned to Brenda, and, with a smile, he declared "Our turn."
Eric had never seen Brenda look happier.
From the moment the cards had taken control of their bodies, Brenda had correctly deduced that she and Eric would be fucking that night. Though the idea of her body acting on its own frightened her, the knowledge of what was about to happen thrilled her: she had secretly wanted him for some time, ever since she heard Jennifer's moans coming from their bedroom one night. It seemed that the cards would finally be granting her forbidden wish.
Brenda found herself leaning back and repositioned on the couch and she expected Eric to take her as roughly as Jennifer had taken Jeremy. Instead, she was surprised to find that Eric was instead positioning his head near her waist as he straddled her legs. His hands gently rolled over her satin covered body as he leaned down and lightly teased her clit with his tongue.
A wave of pleasure washed over her body as his tongue connected with her flesh, and, for a moment, she completely forgot that she was not in control of herself. She no longer cared that Jeremy was thrusting in and out of another woman's pussy not three feet from where she lay. Whereas she had been filled with panic before, now, she was not the least bit bothered by anything happening that day. She moaned and then sighed contently.
Eric, on the other hand, couldn't stop freaking out about the day's events. As his tongue continued to lick and tease Brenda's clit, he couldn't stop the feeling of helplessness that filled him. While it was true that watching Jennifer and Jeremy turned him on, he began to worry that the changes were permanent, and that he had lost his love to Jeremy forever. He wanted so badly to get off the couch and stop them, but his body wouldn't respond.
Suddenly, his mouth and tongue were forced deep into Brenda's soaking pussy, and he began to lick frantically.
"Oh god!" Brenda cried out. "Yes, Eric! Lick my fucking pussy! Lick every drop! It's all for you!"
She tossed her head back and began to moan incoherently. Eric heard his name in there a few times, but the rest of it was mumbled nonsense.
Not being a fan of giving oral sex, Eric tried to stop what was happening. It wasn't that he wasn't happy to be pleasuring Brenda in any way possible, but he wanted so badly to gain back some kind of control of the situation, and he figured this was the best time to try. He poured all his will into stopping his body, into just trying to pull his mouth away from her sweet pussy, but his body simply wouldn't obey. To his dismay, his tongue continued to thrash about inside the woman he loved.
Wait
, Eric suddenly though, his pulse pounding as his heart began to race.
Love? Where did that thought come from? I don't love Brenda...do I?
Don't you?
Another thought came to him, almost like a second voice inside his own head, speaking to him in his mind.
No!
He tried to shout back mentally.
I love...
But the presence inside his head wouldn't allow him to mentally finish that sentence. Instead, images of Brenda flooded his mind:
Brenda and he on their first date.
*flash*
Him on one knee asking Brenda to be his wife.
*flash*
He and Brenda standing at the altar on their wedding day, Jeremy and Jennifer their Best Man and Maid of Honor respectively.
*flash*
Eric was back in the here and now, his head still between Brenda's legs; his hungry tongue craving more of her sweet juice.
What...
he struggled to gather his thoughts.
What was that?
A taste of the life you could have,
came the reply.
One of many. You have so many choices and opportunities open to you in the future.
How? I can't even take control of my own body right now!
The voice in his head actually laughed for a moment before it replied.
I'm actually to blame for that one. The first fantasy is always my choice. Tonight, you belong entirely to your best friend's girlfriend, and he to yours. In the morning, you'll all regain control of your bodies, but the memories...oh, the sweet, sexy memories. You'll all keep those.
And then what?
Eric asked the presence.
