Consequences
A girl at work and I always flirted in an outrageous fashion every time we were together but always away from any eavesdroppers who may have tried to listen in. It was all very innocent flirting with never any touching or kissing whatsoever. I did though fantasise often about getting her between the sheets. Little did I know she had similar fantasies but they were indeed just fantasies and she had no intention of putting them into practice. Unbeknown to me her husband had his own fantasy, one in which he could watch his wife being fucked by another man.
He had pestered her for quite a while to indulge in this scenario but with her always denying him his fantasy. He came up with a proposal that if she were unconscious with drink or something else it wouldn't really be with her full consent and she could always placate her conscience that she wasn't some sort of slut sleeping outside of her marriage vows. She still said no but not as strongly as previous requests by him. She told him she couldn't possibly just let him arrange to have someone into their bedroom and have their way with her. Her bedroom was certainly out of the question as the place of the breach of her vows.
He counter proposed that she could select anyone she wanted and he would be fine with that. She told him she was reluctant to carry out the fantasy and it would be unlikely to happen.
He knew she was friends with me at work as he had met me at work functions with our partners and suggested me as the man who might sleep with his wife. She hesitated a heartbeat before she said no which he picked up on and told her that her hesitancy revealed something of her true feelings.
"Do you realise that if I sleep with another man, you will be a cuckold?" she said.
"I don't mind, I just want to see another man slipping his cock in you" he replied.
"Come up with a plan and I will consider it some more, but it is still unlikely to happen".
A few days later he approached her with his plan. My wife and I had offered to let them use our beach house for a weekend in the past and this featured in his plan. They would wait for a weekend they knew I was fishing at the beach house, go to the local pub where they would both have a couple of drinks and drop a couple of date rape pills in their own drinks. After a few minutes they would ring me to say that they were being harassed by a couple of guys who were paying too much attention to her. That they had bought them both a drink and suspected they had spiked their drinks as they were feeling a little dizzy and tired. They wouldn't be able to drive to be able to get away from these guys and could I drive to the pub to pick them up. To his delight she said she would consider it further.
A couple of days later she said she would do it with a few stipulations. She didn't want her husband to watch, at least not the first time, perhaps if she was ok with it, she might consider a second time, and even then, only if I was ok with him watching. She pointed out to him that I was a thoroughly decent man and would imagine there was no way that I would take advantage of her when she was in an unconscious state. Her husband couldn't wait to get the plan underway and asked her to call me as soon as possible saying that they were on their way to a town near us shortly and could they call in for a coffee to see the place after they had dinner in the local town.
She called me during the week and I told her that as a matter of fact I was going up to the beach house that weekend. She asked if they could indeed drop by for a coffee on Friday night. I readily agreed.
Her husband had his own version of the plan, one with a couple of variations. His plan was to pass me a note fully explaining her consent to sleeping with someone other than her husband and to confess to the ruse which was to disguise her true feelings of being thought of as a slut. He also had no intention of taking the date rape pill as he was going to pretend to be affected but wanted to watch the proceedings completely alert.
Friday came and I took the call just before 7:00pm. She told me the tale of the two guys and their suspicions of being drugged. I drove down to the pub and saw them just outside the door looking unsteady on their feet. I bundled them into the car and asked them for a description of the two guys in the dining room. They described them as best they could.
They were almost unconscious by the time I had got them in the car and buckled them both in. I found out later that she didn't fully believe her husband would take the pill and suspected he may pretend to, just so he could watch, so she slipped him a pill shortly before they were due to leave the pub.
I went into the pub to see if I could find these two characters and proceeding into the dining room looked around for someone matching their description. There were a few older couples and a table of four youngish girls but no guys. I went to the bar and asked about a couple of guys being in tonight. They told me it was still early and that anyone who had come in for a meal tonight was still at their tables apart from a couple who had left just a few minutes ago. What was going on I thought?
They were both pretty much out of it, her more than him by the time I we got back to the beach house. He was still sufficiently aware to press the note in my hand and mumble something unintelligible. There was only one thing to do with her, which was to put her to bed. He was so far affected he couldn't help. I carried her to the bed and laid her on it.
When I went back into the living room, he was flat out on the lounge, sound asleep. I took the note from my pocket where I had stuffed it earlier and read the contents with disbelief.
I wasn't sure what to do with either of them. I thought it might be an idea to at least loosen any tight clothing and make sure they didn't overheat and that they could breathe properly. After I had loosened his belt and a couple of shirt buttons I went back to the bedroom.
Sleeping beauty, I thought and couldn't help but think of the irony. Her dress had risen up and I could see the top of her stocking and suspender belt strap. I rolled her over and unzipped her dress revealing all black underwear including some sort of corset affair. I pulled the dress over her shoulders and rolled her over onto her back again. Slipping the dress down and revealing her breasts pushing out of the top of the lingerie style corset I couldn't help but take a deep breath.
As I moved the dress further and further down revealing more of her exquisite body, I couldn't help but wonder if my resolve not to do anything untoward would hold out. I tugged the dress down over her hips, from which it then slipped easily down over her shapely legs, and off completely. She was indeed a sight to behold. I was undecided whether to leave her on the bed as she was, or remove the obviously tight corset.
I wanted to see her naked. I couldn't help it so I told myself to remove the corset was the right thing to do. How on earth do these things come off I thought? I lifted her by her small waist, looking down the sides and back for clips, zips or fasteners of some sort. Finding none I focused my attention on her front. I think I had avoided looking at her breasts knowing my resolve might weaken. The clips began from between her breasts and as I undid more, her breasts became more and more exposed. As I undid the last one at her waist, I peeled back the lingerie revealing her breasts fully.
Magnificent! They were well rounded, firm and tipped with perfect pink nipples. In my excitement I had forgotten to undo the straps holding up her stockings. As I undid them, I looked at the flesh between stocking top and panties. My fingers had touched this milky flesh sending an electric thrill through my whole body. I began to feel my cock stiffen. I had previously thought that to see an unconscious naked woman would not have been a very erotic scenario. How wrong I was.
When I had dragged her dress off, her very flimsy shear panties had pulled tight over her mound outlining the shape of her vagina as clearly as if she wore nothing. My cock was getting stiffer. What the hell, I have it in writing she wanted to fuck me so my feelings of guilt were irrelevant! Walk away I told myself. I did but only to get my camera. I wanted a photo of this beautiful image to prove to myself I wasn't hallucinating.
I took photos of her from every angle. Panties! I slipped them down and took more. Spread her legs. More photos. Lifted her knees up and pulled them apart. My knob was rock hard now. I tried to slip a finger between her vaginal lips but she was too dry. I pulled her over towards the edge of the bed with her head turned towards me. I leaned across her body and put my cock between her lips, sliding it in and out not so deep it would cut off her breathing. I knew I wouldn't last long before I ejaculated and I wanted to be careful not to leave any evidence I had abused her unconscious body. A few more strokes and indeed I shot my load into my handkerchief I had readied. I pulled her panties back on and covered her with a sheet. I spent most of the night checking on her until finally I fell asleep in a chair.
They both slept most of the next day. He awoke first and couldn't understand where he was or what was happening. He had a cold shower and it was sufficient to clear his head a little. He went in the bedroom and woke his wife who took some waking and was still unsteady as he walked her into the shower. When she came out, she was still very befuddled and looked at me confused then down to the towel she was wearing from the shower. I told them they might not understand what was going on for a while and I would try and explain any gaps in their memory later.
