Part two, Donnie had finally found out the secret. Having just had incredible sex with his wife, Mary, the story continues.
I now had the secret and the power. The past two weeks were incredible. My wife Mary had become my insatiable sex slave, not that she ever denied me, but sex with her was just so fantastic now. I didn’t know it, but I had not really pondered my situation beyond that, yet.
“Donnie, Donnie!” Mary shook me out of my daydreaming. “Amy and Norm are coming over in an hour. Go get cleaned up.”
With all that had happened, I realized that I hadn’t seen Norm and Amy for two days. My dick started to stiffen at the thought of Amy.
Showered and shaved, I came down to the living room where Mary was waiting for me. I walked over to my wife and kissed her on her sweet little mouth. My hand crept up to her breast and as I gave her a squeeze the doorbell rang.
Mary let Amy and Norm in and as they exchanged greetings, I could see in their faces that they weren’t here for sex. Mary, the perfect hostess, got everyone a drink and we all sat down.
Amy was the first to speak. “We weren’t sure until about eight hours ago, but we’re moving to Chicago. Norm was accepted into a research facility there.”
“Congratulations, ole buddy, I didn’t know you were looking for anything.” I said.
“I’m happy for you both, but we just got back together and now you two are leaving again. You’re not going to disappear like last time are you?” Mary asked.
“No, nothing like that.” Norm quickly answered. “This time you’ll know where we are and we still visit. You guys can come out to see us too.”
I motioned with my head, “Let’s get another drink, Norm.”
We went into the kitchen. “Norm, what am I going to do?”
“What do you mean?” Norm asked as he could see concern on my face.
“You show up after three years, you lay all this research shit on me, you give me this power over women, and now you’re leaving before I can get a handle on it.”
Norm understood what I was talking about. He had in fact felt the same way in the beginning.
“Donnie, look.” Norm started. “There is nothing to get excited about. Just take your time when you’re going to use this gift. Let me try and make it as simple as possible. If you going after a woman or women, pick your target carefully. Relax and don’t put yourself in a position that you can’t get out of. If your going to use this for Mary, then again, pick your target and time and place. After a couple of times it will come pretty natural. Remember, you don’t have to fuck the world!”
I looked at him and he grinned. “Really, relax it is irreversible, it will always work. Just think the situation through before you start anything. OK?”
“OK.“ I answered. I wasn’t feeling confident at all.
The next day Mary and I took them to the airport. After hugs and kisses, we watched them board. We stayed long enough to watch their plane take off. We drove home in silence. I think we both thought we lost them again.
The next couple of weeks were uneventful, except for the terrific sex with Mary.
I had started a list of prospective women in my head. This list was based on my attraction [lust] for the woman, availability to her, and the opportunity to be in close proximity when she had something to eat or drink.
My Neanderthal mind didn’t stray far. So far I had four candidates.
1. Maggie, 26, married, Mary’s younger sister. She was a younger version of Mary.
2. Helen, 49, married, Mary’s mother. I know what you’re thinking, but like her two daughters she was still hot. Breasts a little heavier and a little fuller in the butt.
3. Eileen, 36, married, my older brother’s wife. Tall, dark, big tits, long legs, with a bitchy disposition that made you want to slap the shit out of her.
4. Tracy, 18?, single, baby sitter, blonde tight bodied cheerleader.
So now that I had “targets” it was just a matter of timing.
Tuesday morning I was sitting in my office contemplating my list when the intercom broke my thoughts. “Sir, Ms. Shari Pennington is here to see you.”
Shari Pennington was a sales rep for a company that we did a lot of business with. She usually stopped in every other month. We would go over projects and usually have lunch and finish early in the afternoon. Shari was about 28, 5’9”, 125. She had an athletes body judging from the tone of her legs exposed from the short skirts of her business suits she wore. I have fond memories of those legs not to mention the way she filled out the form fitting suit jackets. Her jet black hair was cut super short and her big brown eyes were always wide with a hint of excitement. Shari Pennington was , in my opinion, one of the most beautiful sexy black women I had ever seen.