Be Careful of What You Wish For

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Drake Mc Finn had waited until he was almost thirty years of age before he got married. After college he graduated with a master's degree in corporate law, Drake ended up sitting on the Board of Director's of a large real estate firm in sunny southern California. While at a convention in San Diego, he met and fell in love with the beautiful Angelique De Barr, a real estate agent at the time. Theirs was a whirlwind romantic courtship, full of flowers and expensive dates. Before long, they were engaged. Drake was surprised to learn that the lovely bride to be was a virgin at twenty four years of age, but he considered himself lucky to have found such a virtuous woman.

The dark haired blushing bride was given away by her father in a traditional wedding, it was the happiest day in her life she gushed, and following the reception they flew off to Hawaii for the honeymoon. Their first night together was less than thrilling, not only did it happen so fast, but afterwards Angelique locked herself in the bathroom and cried for hours. Drake was perplexed with her prudish attitude towards sex, but remained hopeful that things would improve in the future.

Upon their return, they purchased a house in the upscale neighborhood of Brentwood, a suburb of Los Angeles. Angelique no longer had to work, which made her happy, she wasn't carreer orientated anyway, so she volunteered to become a Sunday school teacher, helping out at the First Baptist church. In the meantime, Drake grew more and more frustrated with their almost non existing sex life. Angelique didn't believe in oral sex and absolutely refused to participate in any way, whether giving or receiving. Her husband' patience was wearing thin, but he resigned himself to their once weekly lovemaking session, because it was better than nothing.

Another man might have an affair with a more passionate woman but Drake loved his drop- dead gorgeous wife deeply and refused to give up so easily. Their had to be a solution to their problem. He was bound and determined to find it.

[angelique 127 will be playing my prim and proper prude of a wife. If interested in other roles PM me first }
 
Angelique quickly returned the dress to the rack, finding it quite distasteful. For one thing the hemline was much too short, and it was rather low cut around the cleavage area. Not that she was ashamed of her ample boobs, Angelique just didn't believe in showing them off, preferring to dress modestly. She liked to think that her style was unique, although she leaned towards conservitive fashions, nothing very tight or revealing. Lately her husband had been urging her to dress more daringly, saying she should show off her fantastic legs more often, in stockings and heels, but Angelique liked her long flowing, vintage dresses and sandles. And she hated high heels, finding them extremely uncomfortable. The same went for the skimpy G-strings Drake begged her to wear all of the time...

Angelique couldn't help it, she was not going to dress like a slut. Or behave like one either. That was out of the question. Drake was constantly pressuring her to engage in nasty and replusive oral sex but Angelique would have none of it, not ever !

Not finding anything to suit her taste, Angelique decided to go look at the jewelry. Their was this pearl necklace that she wanted desperately, but Drake had asked her not to exceed the limit on her credit card since it was maxed out...
 
Drake was surfing the web when an annoying pop-up caught his eye. Right there in big bold letters was an offer for a female aphrodiasiac. He didn't think any such thing existed. He read it again, growing hopeful. It seemed almost too good to be true !

The pill promised to make any woman lose their inhabitions, and turn her into a raving nympho. The drug worked up until twelve hours and was guaranteed or your money was refunded. Drake ignored the small print, which warned of several side effects, he was willing to try anything at this point. Thirty tabs of Contessa cost one hundred and twenty dollars but Drake would have gladly paid a thousand. He envisioned hours of wild passionate lovemaking to his beautiful wife as he read the descriptions of the satisfied customers.

Drake ordered two bottles full and now only had to wait the agonizing three to five days for delivery. His dick grew stiff just thinking about it.
 
Angelique

Angelique enjoyed her relaxing bubble bath, soaking for an hour or so. Afterwards she slipped into her favorite cotton nightie, the very one her hubby hated. Drake was always trying to get her to wear something sexy, but Angelique wasn't about to make him even hornier than he already was. Once a week was more than enough as far as she was concerned.

Speaking of the devil...she wondered where he was. Usually Drake liked to catch a glimpse of her naked after she got out of the whirlpool bath. He was probably downstairs in his study looking at perverted smut on the internet. This didn't bother Angelique, at least he was leaving her alone. Why last week Drake had tried to convince her to watch a dirty movie with him. Angelique was simply appalled, she would never watch such a filthy, disgusting thing !

She brushed her long silky hair before turning out the lights and climbing into bed. Within minutes she was asleep...
 
The pills arrived on Thursday, Drake had the forethought to have them delivered to his office, not wanting Angel to ask too many questions. He planned to slip some into her drink, Drake doubted his wife would agree to take the pills willingly. He decided to wait until Saturday, when he would be home all day.

Angelique was in a bad mood, because just this morning Drake had taken her credit card away from her. The way he saw it, he had no other choice, she was shopping until she dropped, having lunch with her girlfriends and spending money like crazy. His wife was extremely unhappy about it, as to be expected, but Drake hoped that the drug would help put her in a better mood, and make her think about more ' important' things in life. Drake was looking forward to spending hours ravishing his beautiful wife, having her behave like a willing and submissive little slut, doing everything he wanted for a change.
 
Saturday

Angelique awakened around nine. Drake's irratating snoring was partially to blame. She gazed over at her sleeping husband, he looked so handsome and peaceful. Angelique knew she was very lucky to be married to such a good looking and wonderful guy, she just wished he was more considerate of her feelings sometimes. It seemed that all he thought of was sex, and poking her with his hard manthing. If she permitted it, she was sure that Drake would make love to her every night, if given the chance, but Angelique thought that once a week was plenty. Besides she was still mad at him for taking away her credit card. Last night they had hardly spoke two words to each other throughout dinner.

Silently, Angelique got out of bed and dressed in her old sweats. She went downstairs and poured herself a tomatoe juice, being careful to save enough for Drake so that he could have his typical Saturday morning Bloody Mary. Angelique dissapproved of drinking so early but tolerated her hubby's indulgence. She walked out onto the patio to read the newspaper and relax in the sunshine, next to the glittering pool. Yesterday the poolboy had cleaned it, but Angelique was unable to pay him for his services since Drake had control of the checkbook also. It just wasn't fair, she thought. Was he trying to blackmail her into having more sex, she wondered ? If so, it wasn't going to work ! Angelique would never give in that easily...
 
Drake woke around noon. During the week he had to get up early, at six am to be exact. At first he sat on the edge of the bed until he got his bearings. Then he realized that it was Saturday, the day he had been waiting for. By this evening his lovely wife should be begging him to screw her senseless, again and again !

He planned to slip the drug into her soft drink about five, just before they went out to dinner. Drake was sure his wife would agree to go to her favorite restaurant, even though things between them were kind of chilled. As a matter of fact Angelique would probably agree to do anything he suggested after the Contessa kicked in. Also Drake had the foresight to buy his wife a little gift to wear for this specail occasion. Angelique just loved surprises !

They spent the day beside the pool. She was in a better mood, and didn't even mention the credit card. Drake swam a few laps while Angelique lounged in the sun wearing a modest one piece which hid more than it showed. Still, one would have to be blind not to notice Angelique's excellant body underneath. Drake wasn't worried, he had a feeling his wife would be wearing a skimpy wicked weasel bikini by tomorrow. At five o'clock he suggested that they go out to eat this evening and she agreed. Drake offered to get her another soda and while inside he broke the pill open and stirred it into her drink. Fortunately it was supposed to be tasteless, and it dissolved quickly.

" Here you are sweetheart. " Drake smiled, handing his wife the glass.
 
" Thank you honey. "

Angelique took a sip of her soft drink. " So, where are do you want to go eat ? " she asked, hoping that he would choose her favorite restaurant, Anthony's, dispite the rather expensive prices. He was keeping a close eye on their finances lately.

Drake shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he didn't have a preference.

" " Well how about Anthony's, you just love the Angel Hair Pasta and Clams ! " Angelique suggested sweetly, taking another sip of her soda before stirring the ice with the straw. Drake nodded, as if to agree. He seemed to be giving her his undivided attention...
 
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