Kryptonite

This is a fictional story in a fictional reality. Thank you for reading.

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Kevin:

I was a science major in my junior year of college when, through sheer happenstance, I signed up for a lab that was working on pheromone use in perfumes and colognes. This particular lab had a grant from one of the larger perfume manufacturers so money was abundant. My colleagues and I were given free range to take our experiments to the edge and even beyond the set perimeters.

One of my classmates discovered a pheromone/cologne combination that when worn made a male irresistible to a female. In fact it made the female so crazy with lust that she would force herself on the wearer. We found that it didn't work on every female but it did work on one that I met at a party one night.

Amber was a very attractive girl. She wasn't beautiful but she had an athletic body and a cute face with doe eyes that set her apart. She was a junior just like me. I saw her from across the room but I didn't approach her, being somewhat shy. We met while I was refilling my solo cup at the keg and her asking if I would please fill hers.

Amber commented on my cologne as I handed her now filled solo cup back to her. After taking a swig she leaned into my chest taking a long sniff of the scent I'd applied there and rose up on tiptoes kissing my surprised lips. She asked if I wanted to go upstairs, where the bedrooms were. Shocked, I told her gladly.

That began a six month relationship of lust filled, unbridled sex with Amber, as long as I wore the pheromone enhanced cologne. Whenever I went without wearing it we didn't get along too well. Our personalities were very different, we had dissimilar interests and without the pheromones we probably wouldn't even associate with each other. The sex was incredible with Amber and despite her being out of my league and us not really connecting as friends I continued seeking her out for sex.

Amber tearily brought things to a close towards the end of spring semester. She said that she just didn't understand why she couldn't stop herself from ravaging me every time we were together but she'd met someone and needed to get away from me. I didn't see her on campus after that. I assumed she transferred to another school to finish her studies. The pheromones didn't have the affect on any of the other women I encountered and my sex life went from warp speed to full stop.

Amber:

I've been a 'good girl' my whole life. Sure I'd had sex and gone all the way with my steady boyfriend in high school and a steady boyfriend in college but who didn't? That was normal behavior for a young woman. So why when I met Kevin did I want to rip his clothes off and do dirty, nasty things with him?

I thought at first that maybe I had immediately fallen head over heals in love but that was not the case. I didn't like Kevin at all and I don't think he cared much for me either. It was pure lust. I wanted to do everything he asked of me sexually and I asked him to do things to me that I would consider disgusting any other time. What was it about him?

About six months after Kevin and I began fucking, because that's all it ever was, I met Jim. I knew quickly that he was the man I wanted to marry. He went to college at a school that was a hundred miles north of the college Kevin and I attended. It didn't take me long to decide to get away from whatever the relationship was that I had with Kevin and enroll at the same school as Jim. A year later, after we both graduated, Jim and I were married.

I did none of the dirty, nasty sexual acts with Jim that I'd done with Kevin. I felt a little guilty about that but Jim and I had a great sex life without doing any of those things and I was afraid to even suggest them for fear he would think I was a sexual deviant.

Through fifteen years of marriage and two children Jim and I were living our happily ever after until Kevin returned to my life. He approached me in the grocery store one Saturday when Jim had taken our two boys fishing. He had a shit-eating grin on his face as he stepped into me and gave me a hug. One smell of his cologne and I knew I was in big trouble. He didn't say 'hi', he didn't ask how I was, he simply said "Why don't you follow me out to my car and we'll go to a hotel so I can give you what you want."

I abandoned my half filled cart and followed him out to his car with tears of frustration rolling down my cheeks. I knew that I didn't want to go with him but I couldn't control myself.

Once inside his hotel room I did everything he asked. I WANTED to do everything he asked and I came over and over and over performing every decadent act that I would never do for my husband. Kevin fucked me in every way a man can fuck a woman. He came in my mouth, my hungry pussy and finally my willing ass. In the end he pushed me off of him like he'd done all those many times before and made his escape. I don't know how long I would've kept begging him to fuck me if he hadn't hastily put on his clothes and left.

I cried for an hour in that hotel room from the guilt and shame before taking a shower and sorting myself out enough to walk back to the grocery store and get my car. Kevin had just left me there alone.

Jim called while I was driving home and asked where I was. That simple question broke me. I sobbed that I was on my way home and that I needed to talk to him alone when I got there.

I saw the boys out back by the garage shooting basketball when I pulled up to the house. They stopped playing and happily waved at me. I waved back quickly turning towards the door so they wouldn't see how upset I was. What had I done? I had ruined our whole family because I was such a slut. I could barely get my legs to carry me forward. Crying uncontrollably I made my way across the sidewalk to the house and the end of my marriage.

I managed to make it up the steps to the porch and swung open the door. Jim pulled me through the doorway and hugged me wondering what in the world was wrong. He thought that I'd been hurt or someone had died which made me cry even harder knowing how badly I was about to hurt him.

"Amber, Honey, what's happened? Are your parents okay?" I clung to him knowing that he would never allow me to hold him like this again. I would never be safely in my husband's arms from this moment on. I had destroyed my whole life. I couldn't get control of myself to even speak and reassure him that I wasn't physically injured.

Jim picked me up and carried me to our bedroom softly laying me down with my head on the pillow. I wouldn't let him rise once he'd laid me on the bed. I held his neck drawing him into a kiss. He half fell onto me and then slid over beside me in our normal sleeping positions. One last time I would get to lay with my husband.

I gathered myself after several more minutes of holding on to the man I love for one final time.

"Jim, I need to tell you something. First I want you to know that I love you and I will always love you. I'd ask that you please remember that." Jim looked confused at my statement.

"I love you with all my heart as well Amber. You know I do. What's going on? What's happened?"

Here goes. I was going to have to watch the life and love drain from my husband's face knowing there was nothing I could do to stop it.

"I cheated on you. I had sex with another man while you were fishing with the boys today. I didn't even want to do it but I couldn't control myself. It was like I was drugged." I'm not sure Jim heard anything beyond 'I cheated on you' but I wanted to somehow explain why I'd betrayed him even though I had no idea myself.

"Were you drugged?! Did some guy drug you?!"

I shook my head as the tears continued to roll down my cheeks as they'd done for almost two full hours now. "I'm so sorry. I don't..."

"Who's the guy? You seem upset like he forced you to do something you didn't want to do. Did he hurt you? Did he rape you?"

"It was Kevin from college. I've told you about him." My tears and emotional state were suddenly no longer a concern for Jim. He was just really angry at the betrayal now.

"So you planned it all out. Why the sad confession, huh? You could've just kept me in the dark. I never wouldn't have known you were out slutting around while I was with our children. The idea that my wife would betray me by fucking an old lover wouldn't have even crossed my mind."

He was wounded. I'd badly hurt him and he was lashing out as best he could to hurt me back. "I never planned for it to happen. I didn't want it to happen... at first. I can't explain it. I could never keep something like that from you. I love you and I will never lie to you."

"Don't insult me by telling me that you love me. If you love someone you don't fuck around on them so stop with the bullshit." He stood up and walked towards the closet bringing his suitcase out a moment later.

"Jimmy. Please don't leave me. I do love you. I'll do anything to prove that to you but please don't leave. The boys need you and I need you. Please." I'm not sure how the human body can produce so many tears but mine never stopped.

"I'm going to Mom and Dad's before I do or say something that I'll regret although I don't know, right now, what that could possibly be because I could happily strangle the life out if you without a second thought."

I laid on the bed, face down and sobbed as my husband, my love, packed up and walked out. The life that I'd dreamt of and loved was over. Destroyed by me.

Kevin:

I came back to my hotel room after getting us some lunch and Amber was gone. Damn. I'd forgotten the intensity of the sex with her. Those pheromones were powerful stuff. I honestly believe she would have fucked me to death. Now that I know where she lives I can get a job nearby and have some playtime with her on the side. Hubby doesn't need to know anything.

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Three months later

Kevin:

I tried calling Amber but she didn't pick up. I went by her house to see if I could just get close to her while wearing the cologne but there were no cars in the drive and no lights on in the house either. Where had she gone? I knocked on the front door but no one answered.

As I was getting into the car to leave a man approached motioning for me to roll the window down. "Can I help you?" the man asked.

"I was looking for Amber."

"I'm her husband. She's not home right now. Who are you?"

This is the husband huh? He's a decent looking guy. Amber had done well for herself. I wonder if she does the things in bed with him that she does with me? "I'm Kevin a friend from college. I was just stopping by to say..."

Amber's husband suddenly pulled me out through the car window and threw me to the ground. "What the hell, man?!" I yelled as the first punch hit my face followed by a second and then third. There may have been more but I was unconscious after that third one.

I woke up on someone's couch with a cool washcloth on my head. My eye was swollen shut and I tasted blood. Now I remembered. The husband. Did Amber tell him about us? Why would she do that? He'll just divorce her.

Mr. Husband walked in the room and set the beer he was drinking on the coffee table. "I have some questions and I expect answers." He grunted, sitting in the recliner across from me.

"Amber says that she can't control herself around you. Why is that? What have you got that no other man does, including her husband?"

I decided to try a half truth first. "She's never been able to resist me. There's just a chemistry between us." Not really a lie.

"She said in counseling that it's like an irresistible lust to rip your clothes off and have animal sex with you. That sounds more like drugs to me. What did you give her!?" He stood over me now fists clinched, gritting his teeth in anger.

Dammit Amber why did you tell him about us? He didn't need to know. I don't want this guy beating information out of me. Time to come clean.

"Its not a drug. It's pheromones. It's in the cologne I wear around her."

"Cologne? Bullshit. I wear cologne and she resisted me for a month before I even got to second base."

"It's not the cologne itself it's the pheromones in the cologne. My chemistry lab at school designed it. We were testing different pheromone percentages and stumbled on one that worked. It makes the wearer irresistible to certain women."

"Certain women? What does that mean?"

"The woman has to be related to you. We found that out when one of the students went home with some cologne still on his clothing. His sister practically raped him before he escaped back to the lab where he explained to everyone what happened."

"The closer the relation the stronger the attraction. Amber is my fifth cousin. I didn't know it when we met. All I knew at the time was that it worked on her. But after some research I found out we're related."

"Where's the cologne now? At the lab?"

"The lab lost it's funding. I kept some of the cologne after it got shut down "

"You kept some so you could keep fucking Amber? Get up! I want that cologne. All of it." He pulled me up off the couch like a ragdoll. This was one pissed off husband.

"I told you it won't work unless you're related to the person. It won't do you any good."

"I'm going to make sure you never use it again."

We got to my car and he pushed me into the driver's seat. "I'm going with you to get the cologne." he said climbing into the passenger seat. "You've fucked my wife for the last time."

Amber:

I'd moved out of the house and lived with my parents for the last three months since Jim and I separated. I'd been the one to move out since everything was my fault. I was the slut. I went and saw my boys every day after work. I missed them so much.

Jim and I agreed to marriage counseling and for over two months I wasn't sure it had done one bit of good. Jim was still so hurt he would hardly look at me. Then one session he came in and he was the old Jim. The Jim before I had torn his heart out. The Jim I fell in love with. He even touched my shoulder as he walked by to take his seat.

Just the impossibility of Jim now being friendly towards me made me start to tear up. Then I began to worry that maybe the reason for his good mood was that he'd found my replacement and I started to sob. And then I felt him. He had wrapped me in his arms. My crying became uncontrollable at the realization that I was back in my husband's arms. I'd dreamt of this moment every night for three months and here it had come true. But why?

"I love you, Amber. It wasn't your fault, Honey." Jimmy whispered as he continued hugging me and softly rubbing my back.

He loved me! The words caused me to cling harder to him, never wanting to ever let go. "I'm sorry, Jimmy. I'm so sorry." Poor Jim's shirt was now soaked in my tears but they were happy tears this time. Not the tears of utter despair of the previous months.

"I met Kevin yesterday." A chill ran down my back and my crying stopped immediately. What had Jim done? Please, please, lord don't let my actions end up with the man I love in prison.

I pulled out of Jim's grasp enough to look up into his eyes; "What did he tell you? You didn't do anything to him to get in trouble did you?"

"Well, we came to an understanding after I took out a little anger on him. You don't have some strange attraction to him, Sweetie. He worked in a lab where they experimented with pheromones in perfume and cologne and they came up with a combination that proved irresistible to certain women."

Now I stood up completely. "He did what!" Jim was holding up a small bottle filled with the cologne I assumed. "He drugged me! All those times I was with him I was drugged."

"Not a drug really, a certain pheromone that only works if you're related to the other person. The closer the relation the stronger the attraction."

"I'm not related to HIM! He's disgusting."

"He's your fifth cousin."

"Well throw that away! Don't let him be able to use it ever again."

"Not a chance. Did you forget that I'm your fourth cousin?" Jimmy had a huge evil grin as he wiggled the bottle at me.

"Jimmy, you don't know what that makes me do. The boys can't be home if you wear that. What if the boys get some on them! No! Please get rid of it."

"I want to see this stuff in action at least once so I took the boys to your parents and you're coming home with me."

I began weeping again. I've wanted Jim to ask me to come back home for months. "If I come home with you, Jim Douglas you won't need that cologne. I've missed you SO much."

"Come on Honey. Let's get home. We've got a lot of catching up to do."

"Jimmy, I'm warning you now I turn into a sex crazed maniac. I'll beg you to do things to me that we've never done and I won't quit. You'll have to get away from me somehow and get the cologne off of you before I'll stop."

"That's sounds like a great way to go out. Killed by sex. No wonder Kevin kept coming back for more."

"What did you do to him, Jimmy? You're not going to get arrested are you?"

"He's okay. A little worse for wear and maybe a broken bone but he'll live and he won't press charges."

"Jimmy. I love you. I hope I don't kill you with sex when we get home."

"I love you too, Amber and for your information I want to die in your arms."

That brought back my tears. "I want to die in your arms too Honey but not for a long time."

Once I'd parked my car in my old spot Jim waited for me to climb out and carried me into the house like a new bride. He took the top off the cologne bottle, tipped it over so some would get on the end of his finger and rubbed it under his shirt onto his chest.

Jim needn't have bothered with the cologne because I attacked my man like a starving lioness. I kissed him hard and slid down his body inhaling the scent of the cologne on my way down to his cock. I set the world record for pants removal and got his hardening dick in my mouth and down my throat in one swift movement.

Poor Jim couldn't fathom the insatiable lust of a woman under the spell of those pheromones. I rarely spoke when we had sex before but I was practically yelling at him now; "Cum in my mouth lover. Give me that juice."

Jim stood no chance and came in only a few minutes. I swallowed all he had, moaning as it went down my throat into my stomach. With the first one out of the way I shoved him back on the couch.

I tore my dress off and jumped, naked on Jim quickly climbing up to get my sopping pussy over his mouth. "Lick me Jimmy. Make me cum."

Jim did his best but I was grinding on his mouth and nose so hard that he was simply trying to breathe rather than use his tongue on me. If it took more than two minutes for me to cum I'd be surprised.

I slid my way down Jim's body reaching back to guide his almost rehardened cock into my eager cunt. "Fuck me Jimmy, hard! I need that big cock of yours." I was slamming myself into him so hard he was going deeper than he'd ever been inside me.

I'd never seen the look of surprise, lust, love and shock Jimmy was giving me. He was enjoying the ride but not believing his innocent wife could turn in to such a depraved sex fiend.

I came twice on the couch and probably ten or twelve more times after we'd made our way to the bedroom. Jimmy managed four orgasms himself before his poor penis was exhausted, looking all red and angry hanging limply between his legs.

Jim decided that taking a shower and washing the cologne off would be the best way to end things because I was not going to be able to stop myself. Jim gave me one more orgasm with his fingers and carried me to the shower.

I sucked Jim's sore, limp dick while he got the water temperature just right. The first thing he did was scrub his chest to get the potent cologne off. He then bear hugged me while I was shaking with lustful adrenaline pumping through my body. The come down caused me to cry into his wet chest. "I missed you and the boys so much, Jimmy. I thought I'd lost you." I sobbed.

"It wasn't your fault Amber. Your whole relationship with Kevin wasn't your fault. He found an opportunity to get a beautiful woman in bed and took it. Scruples be damned. He's evil."

"I love you, Jimmy. I didn't want to live my life without you. Thank you for taking me back my love."

Epilogue:

Jim kept the cologne and would put just one drop on during special occasions for years until the bottle finally ran out. By then we'd already done anything and everything sexually that couples could do with each other.

I never saw or heard from Kevin again. Jim must've convinced him that he should

never contact me. That or he'd killed him and hidden his body. Either solution was fine with me so I never asked Jim about what happened between them again.