Matthew dropped his bag by the front door rubbing his right hand on his neck, attempting unsuccessfully to relieve the tension of the work day from his strained muscles while using his other hand to loosen his tie.
"That damn well have been the sound of something other than your briefcase on the floor! Damn it Matthew we have hooks for a reason!" The voice came from the kitchen. He sighed quietly, hoping the voice from the other room hadn't heard him, and grudgingly picked up his briefcase by the handle and hung it from an over decorated piece of crap his wife called a hook. He walked lazily to the kitchen, where his wife Stacey was eating an uncooked bowl of broccoli, probably strictly adhering to yet another diet craze.
She gave him a once over before rolling her eyes and dropping a half-eaten tuft of broccoli into the bowl. "God Matthew, can you do anything I tell you?" He looked back at her a little confused and dejected. Seeing the utter puzzlement on his face she sighed loudly and pointed. "Your shoes. Damn you, you always do this. Do you fail this much at work too? You can't even seem..." Her voice trailed off as Matthew slid off his shoes and walked them to the front door. He set them down, her voice still railing at him in the background.
"Fuck man, I wouldn't lie to you" Matthew had scoffed at his friend as they talked in hushed voices in the breakroom earlier that month. "I swear to god, she does anything I tell her to..." Matthew had smiled at his friend as if he were a crazy person.
"Not that it doesn't sound great Georgie, but next time you lie, pick something more believable." Then he had chuckled into his Diet Coke. George had shaken his head, crossed his arms, and leaned back in his chair. "Ok Matt, but don't say I didn't try to get you laid. When's the last time she put out man?" Matt raised an eyebrow sadly. He honestly couldn't remember. Maybe his birthday?
Matthew slid his shoes back on, walked outside and sat in his car. He picked up the phone and pulled up George's number, his thumb hovering over the call button for a few hesitant seconds. When he pressed it, he felt his heart rate rise. If Georgie was telling the truth, Matthew was going to have every single one of his fantasies fulfilled tonight. If he was lying, it wouldn't be any different from the past 6 months at his house. What did he have to lose?
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Matthew pulled up in front of George's house. George had suggested Matthew observe the product before investing in it. It's what Georgie had done. He told Matthew that he only needed to watch it in action once to get an idea of what it could do and how to use it.
Matthew nonchalantly walked up and rang the doorbell. George swung open the door almost immediately with a huge grin on his face. "Matt! Fuck man! I'm so glad you're here!" He practically dragged Matthew inside and shut the door behind him. He continued to drag him into the kitchen where he opened what Matt assumed was the medicine cabinet and pulled out a pill bottle. The tablet he pulled out was opaque and silvery, with what looked to be glitter floating in it. George dropped the tablet into a glass of water and it all began to fizz like an Alka-Seltzer tablet.
George then went on to explain that this particular flavor tasted just like 7-up. His wife's favorite soda, but they had everything from Fanta orange to diet Pepsi. The whole idea was to make sure the flavor was indiscernible from the original soda.
George popped a couple ice cubes into the glass and walked to the bedroom, motioning for Matt to follow him. When they walked into the room, George's wife Maggie was sitting at her desk, on her laptop working on her novel. She had the classic "hot school teacher" look. Matt had always liked to look at her when he knew his wife wasn't looking. She had huge tits that Matt had always wanted to put his hands on. Just to know what they felt like. Seriously, they had to be Ds at least. That, coupled with her tiny waist, perfect abs, and rounded ass... His dick was already at half mast within 10 seconds. She glanced over, looking over the rim of her glasses when she heard George walk into the room.
"Hi honey, I brought you your afternoon pick me up!"
She smiled politely at Matthew and took the glass from George. She took a sip and set it on a coaster on the desk and tried to straighten her hair, apologizing for not looking more presentable. She was wearing short gym shorts and a shirt that must have shrunk in the wash. It stretched harshly across her boobs, and Matthew noticed that she definitely wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples pierced the fabric of the shirt in a porn-worth way. She blushed a little at her appearance but said she needed to get back to work.
Matthew looked over at George who gave him a gesture to wait a minute. They stood together and waited. Maggie took several sips from the glass as she worked, typing furiously, erasing whole paragraphs, and typing furiously again. Just as Matthew began to lose faith George pulled him aside. "Listen Matt, what you see here, stays between us ok? This is a thing between men, when we see another man struggling, we can offer this solution, but you never discuss who you've given it to and you never, ever discuss what happens. You have to just show people. Understand?"
Matthew gave George a confused look but nodded his consent anyways. As he turned back at Maggie, he realized her furious typing had stopped. She simply sat there, staring ahead at her computer screen.
George's smile grew ten-fold. "It takes a few minutes for it to kick in, but when it does... well, see for yourself."
"Honey, would you come here please?" George directed. Maggie turned and walked directly toward him. Her face was somewhat blank but she still looked hot as hell. With each delicate step her beautiful boobs jiggled lightly.
"Say hello to Matthew dear."
She turned her face toward Matthew, her features softened and she smiled. When she spoke, it was a barely above a purr. "Hello Matthew."
Matthew looked over at George, who was smiling widely and shrugged. This was so far, unimpressive.
"Strip." Came the next instruction and Matthew's look of shock caused George to laugh before he directed Matthew to look at his wife.
Maggie was pulling the waistband of her shorts down in front of them. Matthew felt like he should avert his eyes, but then again...
As she slid the shorts down her body, she revealed a lacy black thong, barely more than a string. She kicked her shorts to the side and wrapped her arms around her ginormous tits. She pulled her top off and her breasts and perky nipples were exposed to Matthew. He stared in awe. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch one of them, to pinch one of those nipples. To put it in between his teeth and bite it. They stood out from her chest, defying all known laws of physics. His mouth opened involuntarily, completely filled with awe.
She dropped the shirt and slid her thumbs under the string of her thong on either hip. As she pulled down, Matthew saw that her mound was shaved bare. He could clearly make out each lip and the slit between them looked like it was already leaking. As she stood in front of them, completely naked, she had a dazed smile on her face.
Matthew averted his gaze and looked over at George who was smiling brightly at his wife. "Piece of work, isn't she?"
Matthew looked again, fully aware of the pressure building behind the zipper of his pants.
