My wife took off her blouse and removed her bra.
"I won't be needing this fucking thing tonight if I'm going to attract some cock tonight," she said.
"Why don't you go just like that to a bar?" Anne suggested.
"Great fucking idea. That'll cut through all the bullshit," my wife said as she walked out the door with her boobs swinging free.
Anne turned her attention to me.
"Now, my dear, it's your turn. I've been interested in you for quite some time," she smirked.
"I thought you were gay," I stammered barely able to get the words out.
"Oh, I am. But I do get so tired of plastic strap-ons to get off that I decided I needed a woman with the real thing between her legs," Anne responded. "So I chose you. I've been slipping yypnotic drugs into your drinks and playing movies with subliminal messages for the last few weeks to make both of you pliable to my suggestions. Now that your darling little wife is out of the way, I can focus on you."
My eyes widened with fear and my throat went dry. I could feel my heart beat faster in anticipation. My mind could not form any intelligent thought as I also realized that Anne was the only woman who turned me on.
"I need you to be more woman-like to get me hot," Anne pondered for a moment.
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