I wondered if it was her bedroom. My penis twitched as I imagined her taking off her clothes and standing naked in that room. My penis stiffened and ...I unbuttoned my jeans and took my hard penis out. I fantasized touching her firm body and masturbated until I shot a couple strips of sticky cum onto my shirt. I became obsessed with my fantasy of her, and I was trying to build up the nerve to sneak over to her house around 10 pm and see if I could peek into her room. It took me a few days to get. He smiled confidently. She was like a child, dependent upon him for love and sex. She had been just as easy as he had expected, succumbing first to the pheromone and then to his intellect, experience and knowledge of what he knew she could not resist. She was his every bit as much as was Helen. The pheromone had driven her into his arms. His knowledge and abilities had done the rest. She had eagerly agreed to move back into the house with he and Helen. There, of course, had been the possibility. Moments later, I started shooting my cum down her throat. Louise worked her throat muscles faster, harder, milking me dry.As Louise started to deep throat me, I'd slipped a hand under her skirt and inside her panties. Finding her erect little clit, I caressed it gently, circling it with my fingertip. She loved being touched that way and I knew it would get her off in seconds. It did. We both found release together.Then she was gone.The clock read 4:30 and I was wide-awake.Slipping into a black,. Of course it hasn't and she knew exactly what she was doing by leading me on and I fell for it completely. I managed to meekly protest but to little avail, I was reminded that any chance of achieving my very own orgasms depended on my willingness, skill and complete devotion to the completion of this new "surprise requirement". My wife was so matter of fact about the whole thing saying that it was essentially no different than performing any of the other "chores" I do for her. I had already.