Sci-fi story with a loving wife twist. This is a fantasy so please do enjoy the premise! Thanks to everyone that voted and everyone that commented. As always all characters are over 18 years of age. And here are the tags.
#slut wife #cheating #nanotechnology #big cock #cuckold #mind control #chastity #forced orgasms #cum #big tits
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To anybody outside the know, the Dalton residence appeared to be like any other home in that neighborhood. Well manicured lawn, front and back, housewife doing laundry, husband tinkering in his man cave. Except that the housewife in question was wearing a ball gag and across her breast written with permanent marker were the words 'CHEATING WHORE'.
And the husband was 'tinkering' with nanotechnology, specifically the couple of million in his bloodstream.
Jimmy had a list of improvements he made to the nanites abilities but one was proving to be next to impossible. He already figured out how to use the nanites to gain access to any computer simply through contact. He then figured a way to turn anyone into a walking talking baby monitor, seeing what they see, hearing what they hear and knowing their exact geo-location. But this mind control thing had him stumped. Then he had an epiphany and spent the last two days (and nights) working out the details until he was satisfied with the results.
'This is as close to 'Mind Control' as I'm gonna get.' Jimmy realized as he surveyed the data. Not getting anywhere with actual control, Jimmy settled for a form of 'subliminal suggestion'. He could give the subject a subtle push by having the nanites 'whisper' to them. Or...He could have the nanites deliver a nightly message during rem sleep when the subconscious was most pliable. The whispering would of course be accompanied by direct stimulation of certain erogenous zones.
'I need to test this 'whisper' out and I've got just the person in mind. But first I need to make sure a certain someone doesn't interrupt my experiment.'
Jimmy concentrated on the nanites Heather transferred to Paul and once he had a solid connection, he gave them instructions.
'Now it's time to take from Paul what he had taken from me!'
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Gwen and Paul Samuels met back in their freshman year of college. He was working on a business degree, she a law degree.
At first she showed no interest in the cocky frat boy. Whenever their social circles collided, he would politely pursue Gwen even when he himself was being pursued. Gwen was finding it harder and harder to keep turning him down.
Paul, meanwhile, was only interested in one thing, her family. You see, Gwen Simmons came from old money. You can go back 8 generations and not find a Simmons that didn't have wealth. With strong roots in the business world, Paul knew Gwen was the girl for him.
With Paul being so persistent, even her friends were encouraging her to give him a chance. Eventually Gwen capitulated and they started dating. It wasn't long before they were considered a power couple. Every guy wanted to be Paul or at least have Gwen and every female wanted to be Gwen...or at least have Paul.
After dating for a year, Paul let her know his intentions. So upon graduation he proposed and 6 months later they were married. One year later Gwen was pregnant with their first child and pregnant again two years after that, both girls.
The first child they named Jemma after Paul's grandmother. The second girl was named Lexington, after Gwen's favorite aunt, though everyone took to calling her Lexi. Today the girls were 18 and 20 years old and both in university.
When Gwen gave birth to her second child she took a long hard look in the mirror and didn't like what she saw. She was at least 30 lbs overweight and her once perky breasts were no longer perky. Deciding to lose the weight and get back in shape, Gwen started running in the morning and added light weight lifting 3 months later.
To date she was a total smoke show. At 5'4" she was considered petite though her breasts, double D, were anything but.
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Heather was just taking the last load out of the dryer when Jimmy slapped her ass from behind. Her scream was stifled by the ball gag in her mouth which is why he made her wear it. He intended to spank her regularly and most times without warning. Jimmy suspected the neighbors might have heard the first few times he chastised her sweet little rear end, it's a learning curve.
"Pay attention slut! I'm going over to Paul's house to fuck Gwen and make her MY slut. Hold down the fort, get dressed, go outside and mow the lawn, front and back. Do you understand?" Jimmy announced before removing her ball gag and walking out the door.
Heather knew this was what she could expect for at least 12 months. She accepted her fate because she desperately wanted to earn her husband's love back. Besides, all this humiliation and chastisement kept her pussy soaked. She could feel herself leaking from behind the chastity belt as it trickled down her legs reminding her of what she was.
'Oh god! He's going to fuck Gwen! This is all my fault but now Gwen is going to be dragged into my mess!' Heather worried.
'What if he likes fucking her more than me? She's so beautiful and fucking rich. I'm pretty sure she owns the majority of Paul's business and has an obscene amount of money.' But as she imagined all the possible ways she could lose her husband, Heather was unaware that she was humping the dresser desperately trying to get some stimulation on her imprisoned clitoris. Images of Jimmy fucking Gwen right here in the Dalton bedroom, while Heather was forced to watch danced in her head. And then she realized. 'Jimmy is going to cuckold me worse than I did him!' And it was this thought that almost made her cum. What she didn't know was that the nanites in her body were keeping her erogenous zones numb, essentially making orgasms impossible. And yet she continued to hump the dresser.
"FUUUCCKK! This fucking sucks! I need to cum sooo bad!" She cried in frustration.
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Gwen Samuels just finished pulling out the pot roast from the oven. Earlier she put the finishing touches on the roasted potatoes and the asparagus. This was her husband Paul Samuels favorite meal. Her mother had taught her that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach and for the most part that was true but Gwen has come to realize that with Paul it was through his penis. So tonight she was taking a two pronged approach.
First she would feed him his favorite meal and then when he is sitting in the living room with his after dinner drink, she would strip down to the sexy lingerie she had on under her day clothes and seduce him. She normally never had to go to such lengths to get her husband's interest but ever since he came home last week from work with what looked like a tear streaked face and locked himself in his office, he didn't seem himself.
Paul and Gwen have been happily married for 20 years and had a very healthy sex life. Sure they weren't going at it like when they were newlyweds but they still managed to fuck like rabbits 4 or 5 times a week.
Gwen knew her husband was an alpha male and like all alpha males had a wandering cock but at the very least, Paul was discrete.
Plus no matter which intern he was currently fucking, Paul would always come home to her with a huge sexual appetite, one she was always ready to satisfy. But something really bad must have happened last week. At first she thought he had his heart broken by one of his many conquests. But Paul did not get emotional about his sluts. They were nothing to him but temporary distractions. He knows not to bring that shit home and to always remember, Gwen was not one of those sluts. So what could be so bad that it would bring a man like Paul to tears?
Looking at the clock, the 42 year-old housewife saw that it was only six-o-clock which meant that her husband would be walking in the door in an hour, give or take. If he was going to be late and that happens more times than not, he would have called by now to let her know.
Their two daughters, Lexi and Jemma, had informed their mother they were going out to eat with some 'friends', which was code for boys, and wouldn't be home until late.
Once she was satisfied with how the roast looked she placed the food back in the already cooling oven to hold.
'I think I can have a well deserved drink before Paul gets home.' The sexy homemaker thought. She poured herself a martini, only her second of the day, and was about to take a seat when the doorbell announced a caller.
'Now who the hell would be rude enough to visit at dinner time?' She asked herself as she made her way to the front door. Looking through the peephole she saw Jimmy Dalton, the husband of Heather Dalton, who was Paul's secretary or something.
"Jimmy, what a pleasant surprise. Please come in. Can I get you a drink? I just made a pitcher of martinis, would you like one?" Gwen asked ushering him in. Even though she was slightly upset at the timing of the visit, she saw no reason to be anything less than hospitable.
"Thank you, I think I will have that drink." Jimmy graciously accepted while reaching his hand out to greet Gwen properly.
Accepting his hand, Gwen felt what she thought was static electricity shoot between them but was actually about 500 nanites transferring from Jimmy's supply of millions. The nanites made their way to Gwen's erogenous zones, namely her clitoris, nipples and her G-spot and made themselves at home. They were preprogrammed to multiply and await Jimmy's commands.
After the initial shock quickly wore off, Gwen poured Jimmy his drink and they both took up seats on the sofa. Jimmy sat as close to Paul's beautiful wife as he could without making her feel uncomfortable.
Once settled in, Jimmy willed his cock to increase to 10 inches in length and 3 inches in girth but not get hard just so there was a prominent soft bulge that could not be ignored. He then started removing some non-existent lint from his pants leg inches from his crotch. This drew Gwen's attention and he heard her give an audible gasp. Once he was sure she was staring at his enhanced groin, Jimmy commanded the 500 nanites in Gwen to begin a slow stimulation of her nether regions. This earned him another poorly stifled gasp, followed by deeper rapid breathing on Gwen's part.
Jimmy knew there was no need to rush as Paul was going to be late getting home today. Jimmy commanded the nanites to put him to sleep by reducing the blood flow to his brain. He would not sustain any permanent damage but would sleep soundly until Jimmy commanded the nanites to revive him.
Turning his attention to Paul's wife, he started making small talk while he increased stimulation to Gwen's clitoris bringing Gwen to the edge of orgasm but not allowing her to cross over.
