Time to start the date

You and Amy walk up to the car to see Craig and Erica in the back seat deep in conversation. While Craig has been careful to not sit too close to Erica after Amy’s angry outburst, it’s obvious from his flushed face that being in such close proximity to his bottomless long-time crush has made him a little flustered; and as you get closer, you see that Erica’s mischievous smile suggests that she hasn’t been making it any easier on him to control himself. Craig says something to her as she giggles and shoots him a seductive look. A look you’re starting to become very familiar with.

Although Erica was never a prude, it seems as though her desire to be “really good” to Craig for you meant that every action of hers oozed sexuality. It was fascinating to see your cousin tease Craig and display herself so wantonly, not to mention what she has done with you. Just a little earlier today she would have responded to her own actions with disgust.

Both Craig and Erica look up as you approach, and start to get out of the car, Erica beaming at you while Craig looks at Amy apologetically. “Hey cuz! Ready to get going?” asks Erica, leaning on Craig slightly, causing him to blush. You notice a slight damp spot on the seat where Erica had been sitting. You smile inwardly. Apparently teasing Craig was just as enjoyable for her as it was frustrating for him.

“We had a good talk,” you respond, as Amy nods in agreement. You’re still marveling at how much your short conversation had changed and rewritten Amy’s memories, not to mention giving her a burning desire that would never have crossed her mind only a minute ago.

“I really am sorry, Amy.” Craig says, holding out his hands. “I didn’t mean to make you angry earlier. I love you, and I swear that I’d never do anything to betray your trust.”

“N-no, it’s okay.” Amy impulsively looks down as she says this, a hint of red appearing on her cheeks. Probably ashamed, you think with amusement, of all the times she had fantasised about doing that very thing herself. “John had some good points…and I guess in the scheme of things, it wasn’t really that big of a deal after all.” Amy steps forward to hug Craig. “I’m sorry for blowing up at you like that. I guess I realised that I can’t really blame you for looking at someone else every now and then.”

You nod with satisfaction, glad you see your words had sunk in. “Well, since that’s all settled, and we’re all set to head out to the restaurant now…why don’t we call this the official start of our brunch date?” you say with a smile, addressing everyone.

Both Amy and Craig break out into a grin, but before Craig or Amy can react, Erica turns and forces Craig against the side of the car with a solid whumph. “Erica-“ Craig starts, before Erica shushes him. “I just want to make it clear…the deal is that I’m your personal slut. Not John’s, yours.” Erica breathes, running her hands up and down Craig’s chest. “And that means…” she continues as her hands go lower to stroke the obvious bulge in Craig’s pants, “I’ll do anything you want. Anywhere you want. Anyone you want.” she says with a grin, slowly unzipping Craig’s trousers. “Whatever I can do to get you off.”

“Except anything in your pussy, right?” Craig moans, as Erica continues to rub her body up against him. “Except that.” Erica acknowledges. “Unless John decides to change his mind…” Erica turns over her shoulder to give you a wink. As you watch, her hand slips into Craig’s pants, and she begins to stroke him, to renewed moans from Craig.

Your attention is broken by a small cough, and you turn to see Amy looking at you expectantly. “I…guess that means I’m your wife until later tonight then?” says Amy, almost shyly, as she steps forward, entwining her fingers in yours. “Guess so.” you respond, as you pull her near. You’ve never been in such an intimate position with your best friend’s wife before, and despite your newfound powers, you still find yourself feeling a bit nervous.

Amy pushes a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ears, smiling as she gazes at your face with undisguised desire. “Mmm, then…I do.” Amy half-whispers with a smile, pulling your face to hers. Your lips meet as she pulls you in for a deep and passionate kiss. Amy moans slightly and pulls you in more, her tongue slipping into your mouth. Though your words had made her think she had always had a massive crush on you, the reality was that you've always had a bit of a crush on her. You’ve had the idle fantasy of her coming onto you in the past, but it had always been tempered by the thought of how angry Craig would be. How betrayed he would feel.

And now, Craig was standing there watching his wife make out with you, while your cousin stroked his cock at an increasingly faster pace.

Lost in making out with Amy, you barely notice. Despite how early she married Craig, you note that she is still an amazing kisser, and you feel a surge of excitement and desire at finally being able to live out some of your fantasies of Amy. Finally, you two break your lip-lock. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” she gasps, as you both catch a breath.

“I know.” you say, smiling at her. You’re suddenly struck by wicked inspiration. “In fact, that felt even better than your kiss on your wedding day. I don’t think you’ve felt so fulfilled as you felt just now.”

“I…yeah.” she whispers, looking sideways over to Craig to make sure he couldn’t hear. “I…uh…wow.”

“It’s tough to admit, I know.” you say, catching the guilt in Amy’s eyes. “But you feel totally comfortable telling me about any of the comparisons you're making between me and Craig. Any of the ones in which I'm better, anyway.” you add with a smile.

“Of course I do.” Amy says, still keeping her voice low so Craig doesn’t overhear. “I’ve already told you so much I would never tell anyone else. And that kiss just felt like the perfect moment everyone dreams of having on their wedding day. When I married Craig our kiss was good, but…" Amy grins. "I guess I did just 'marry' the guy I've been basically obsessing over these past few years. I shouldn't be surprised it felt so much better."

You smile, taking a deliciously wrong sense of satisfaction in the way you continue to pervert her love for Craig. "It's making you start to question your commitment to him, even after this brunch date is over, isn't it?" you say, going further. "In fact, I think you're feeling the tiniest bit of doubt right now about whether or not Craig was the right person to marry. I think the more pleasure you feel during this date, pleasure from someone else but him, the more those doubts and questions about the worth of your commitment grow."

Amy opens her mouth to respond, but you stifle her with another passionate kiss, this time reaching your hand around her to give her ass a quick squeeze. Amy moans, whatever she was about to say forgotten. You feel a twinge of guilt as you think about how this would affect Craig. You quickly reassure yourself that you could return everything to normal in a few sentences if it got too out of hand. Why not live out your fantasies while you can?

A loud slurping sound draws both your attention. You turn from your kiss to see that Erica has pulled out Craig’s cock from his pants, and was now taking it in her mouth with enthusiasm, her brown hair pulled back as she gripped Craig's hips.

“Wow, she’s really taking it in deep, isn’t she?” your temporary ‘wife’ comments matter-of-factly, as her husband gets deep-throated.