Just a Spritz of Joy

You cackle with delight as you hear the moans of passion coming from your group of friends in the garden. You had just spritzed them with the potion you had brewed with your enchanting mistress. The sight of their bodies entwined in pleasure is a gratifying one, but your thoughts quickly turn to your husband, waiting for you inside your home.

As you bolt into your house, you spritz your husband with the enchanted scent. He looks at you with a mixture of confusion and desire. In an instant, you are both stripping naked in the living room. Your husband instinctively moves to eat your pussy, lapping his tongue deep in the folds of your slit, making a love sacrifice on the altar of your couch. You writhe in orgasmic pleasure as he drinks of your squirting pussy juices, your hips bucking off the couch as wave after wave of blissful orgasm sweeps over you.

You slide yourself up and down his mightier-than-you-can-recall cock, quivering in wave after wave of blissful orgasm. The sloshing of each self-impaling brings screams of joyous song from your lips, and you sing the spell over and over again. Your husband tells you he has to cum, and you flop between his legs, swallowing all of his load. You shower and rest up, because tomorrow you plan to spritz Cheri at Yoga class before reporting to your mistress for your second day of training. And as you lay in bed at night, your husband by your side, you feel a sense of contentment and satisfaction. You have found your purpose in life, and you are using your powers for good. You are the enchantress, the one who brings pleasure and joy to all those around her. And you would not have it any other way.