Little Miracle Pill

Brittney Drake fished her keys out of her purse. She took a deep breath, preparing herself in case her lazy husband had done nothing all day.

Brittany understood government lab jobs were hard to come by but it had been almost 4 months by now.

Brittney Drake was 36 years old, five food six inches and 115lbs. She wore her dark red hair parted in the center and held back from her face in a messy bun. She wore a button up shirt, a blazer, slacks, and a pair of flats that were killing her feet.

Brittney had taken the office job until her husband Arthur found a new job.

"Hi honey, any luck with on the job search?" She asked out loud as she entered the apartment.

No answer. "Where was he?" She grumbled to herself.

In the den he was sitting on the couch with his headphones on and was playing the newest Duty Calls. He yelled calls to a Goose? or someone named Mouse. Fuck it she didn't care she had enough.

She stomped over and yanked the power cord out stopping his game.

"This? This is what you have been doing?" She yelled as Arthur turned to see her. Arthur looked at her confused. "just taking a break, job searches take a lot out of a guy," he said shrugging.

"I just can't anymore, do something useful and make dinner while I shower!" she said as she slammed the door.

Arthur stood up and sighed. She didn't understand. If you work for a secret government lab you can't put it on your resume.

A lot of place won't hire you if there is a five year gap in your job history.

Arthur tried to explain this to Brittney, but it just fell on deaf ears. She refused to understand. And Arthur was tired of trying to make her see.

His lab, the lab he used to work was making a special pill for the government.

Once taken it would make the subject very suggestive like a super hypnotized state. The government would give them to captured terrorists and tell them they were a mole or sleeper agent for the government and be happy to tell them whatever they knew.

A whistle blower and a video shut the lab down.

Arthur had smuggled out a few pills mixed into his daily cholesterol medication and nobody was the wiser.

Arthur heated up the soup, made some grilled cheese sandwiches and waited for Brittney to return from the shower. They had been on a tight budget and their meager dinner was the result.

Brittney returned from her shower in an oversized hoodie and pajama pants. Arthur sighed, she was as sexy as the refrigerator.

He remembered her when they first got together, her in sundresses, naked Sundays, the 'Xs and Os' tattoo on her side that he used to start at her lips and kiss down.

Brittney had lost interest in her husband over the last months. The spark in his eyes gone. She was going through the motions. She had divorce papers in her bag and just needed the right moment.

"Is it ready yet?" She asked sitting down at the table.

He slipped the pill into her soup. He brought the plate of sandwiches to the table and when he returned to the kitchen he saw the pill was dissolved.

It was go time. There was no turning back. "Is the soup saltier?" She asked after her first taste.

Then Brittney proceeded to lecture him about everything she decided was wrong with their relationship.

Arthur continued eating his soup not looking up, not reacting, then it was over. Brittney was frozen, she stared ahead blankly with her head tilted to the side.

"Fuck it worked" Arthur said outloud. He had read the notes, seen the company videos but nothing in person. He had to work quick.

"Britt hun, you are a good wife. A good wife love, honors and Obeys her husband " Arthur started with the emphasis on Obey. "You are devoted to my happiness, you live to make me happy and satisfied." He continued. With each word her expression changed more submissive and hanging on to his every word.

"You will never argue with me ever. Everything I say is the truth and you will believe it just so" Arthur said with a sly smile.

Brittney looked around confused. "My soup is cold" she said with a frown. "I'm surprised it's really hot in here, aren't you dying wearing all that warm clothes?" Arthur said testing if his programing worked.

Brittney thought for a second, he was right. Her hoodie was too thick, she shouldn't be sweating she just took her shower. Then she stood up pulled her hoodie off. She hadn't been wearing a bra and her breast came into Arthur's view, her nipples becoming hard in the air.

She put her thumbs at the waistband of her pajama pants and with one swift motion pulled them down and stepped out of them. Her shapely hips and her dark red landing strip came into view making Arthur instantly hard.

Brittney sat down feeling better, not as hot. She looked up at Arthur and smiled at her husband's obvious arousal.

She only thought of his happiness and what she could do to satisfy him.

Arthur smiled the ideas of what he could ask her... make her do. She had been cold to him for so long and now, now she would make it up to him.

"You know what would make me happy?" He said with a smile his eyes on his still hard cock. When Artur said 'happy' her eyes were instantly on him.

With a fluid motion her hands with digging his cock out of his shorts and she bowed on her knees before the idol in devotion. Her free hand between her legs, she was so wet already.

Deeper and deeper she swallowed him. He wrapped her red hair around his fingers as he fucked her face.

Picking up speed until he couldn't help it and painted his hot cum down her throat. Her own fingers on her clit causing her legs to spasm as she approached her own orgasm.

Their sex life had been boring and basic to say the least.

Arthur had plans for her. She would dress the way he wanted, do what he wanted without question or complaint.

Outside the house she would pretend to be her old self. Inside the house she was his.

After all 'Good wives love, honor, and Obey their husband'.