As this tale unfolds I am one of the top litigators for an old fart law firm in Washington, D. C., Cromwell and Prentice PC. Both the name partners (actually there are no partners since we are a professional corporation but we call each other that anyway) are long ago dead. I'm only thirty one years old so I've only been a partner for two years and am the youngest but also one of the most successful, which is why I made partner at a young age.
My name is Dan Draper -- no not the CEO at S&P Dow Jones Indices, nor the politician from Oklahoma, nor the soccer player from the UK, nor the bodybuilder, all of whom I have been mistaken for. My name is fairly common.
As this story starts, my wife of eight years, the same age as I am, is Adelynn Prentice. She didn't change her surname to mine when we got married and she is the great granddaughter of the Prentice in my law firm's name. As you can probably tell from both of those facts she is her own woman.
In fact, Adelynn is as tough as any person I've ever met in my life. She is no-nonsense, normally cultured and polite but capable of biblical vindictiveness to anyone who threatens her or her family, and very intelligent. To those she loves she is warm, empathetic and loyal. While I don't actually "fear" her, I do whatever is necessary not to piss her off -- especially is she starts exhibiting any sign of jealousy.
Also, she's drop dead gorgeous and a wonderful mother to our two young children, a great daughter to her parents, and a great daughter-in-law to mine. In fact I'm quite sure that if they had to choose between her and me my parents would choose her.
The last two paragraphs are important for understanding the rest of this tale.
Another few facts that are significant relate to one of my partners and his wife. My partner is Alex Voorhees and his wife is Delilah Voorhees. In my opinion no woman was ever more appropriately named. In the bible Delilah was the most notorious evil temptress with beauty and wiles that no man could resist. The same could be said for Delilah Voorhees, age 28 at the start of this tale. She is the only woman that I have personally met in my life that is more alluring (to my tastes -- and those of most hetero males) than my wife Adelynn, and she has a body that any sculptor or artist would love to be able to replicate in bronze or on canvas. She also is the personification of "sultry," a sexuality and presence that is impossible to put into words, but if you've ever seen it, you know it.
Those males of you reading this tale will know what I'm talking about if you've ever encountered "sultry" in your life. If you haven't that is either the best thing that has ever not happened to you, or the worst -- maybe both at the same time.
Alex is ten years older than Delilah and the richest partner in our firm. While he makes a good living from the work that he does for the firm his wealth is primarily due to his family, which includes at least two billionaires. While Alex is good-looking, he's not even in the same zip code as Delilah causing many to believe that she's a gold-digger. Delilah's only problem if she is a gold-digger is that in addition to being the richest guy in our firm Alex is the cheapest, and Delilah does not have all of the material things that she feels entitled to -- which seems to stick in her craw from all of the gossip around the office.
Adelynn hates Delilah.
Not only does Adelynn think that Delilah is a gold-digging temptress but she considers the defining feature of her personality is a complete lack of morals.
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Shortly after I became partner our firm was approached by a large multi-national company that I'll call Cyclops Holdings LLC. I wasn't really in favor of taking them on as a client because some of their divisions had a less than honorable reputation, but being the newest partner my apprehension was ignored because of the possibilities of large billings for representing Cyclops -- which I will admit had some honorable divisions too, big bucks, and a litigious nature.
As luck would have it the first major litigation we had for Cyclops was as a plaintiff against a universally disliked company that I'll call Pandora Inc.
The litigation was complex and covered many facets of intellectual property, fraudulent business dealings, and bribery of government officials in other countries which is actionable in the US in view of the Foreign Corrupt Practices Act ("FCPA"). In view of my background and reputation for being aggressive, despite my relatively young age Cyclops insisted that I be first chair in the litigation, which also would be staffed by two other partners, two associate attorneys, and a bevy of paralegals.
Pandora was represented by the shadiest big firm in New York City, Dalton, Kahn, and Messier, who also had a D. C. office. It was clear from the filing of the complaint, answer, and counterclaims that it would be a brutal and hard fought litigation.
Shortly after the issues were joined in the Cyclops-Pandora litigation my firm had a retreat at a four star resort in the Virginia countryside. Spouses or significant others were invited -- children to be left home with grandparents or sitters. The first night of the retreat, after some minor business was conducted in the afternoon, was a party that got fairly raucous, not what you would expect from an old fart firm, in part because there was a great band with an exceptional female vocalist.
Surprisingly, because Adelynn loves a good party as much as anyone and who usually has the vigor of The Energizer Bunny, seemed to punk out about an hour after dinner, when the party was just getting into the swing of things. I was concerned. "Are you sick darling?" I inquired.
"Not really; I just feel really drowsy; I'm falling asleep on my feet," she replied.
"Do you want to go to our room?" I asked.
"Maybe you can help me there -- but don't let me be a party-pooper for you," she responded but with a yawn.
I helped her to our room, sincerely offered to stay but she insisted that I go back to the party. I did remove her dress and hung it up, and tucked her in under the covers with just her bra and panties on.
I went back to the party and was having a good time when I started to feel funny. It wasn't a lack of energy like in Adelynn's case, but almost the opposite. It seemed that I had more energy than I should have at that time of night, but also like I was getting spaced out. I have never taken recreational drugs, and have only gotten drunk one time in my life, so I had no basis to determine what was happening. What I did recognize was that Delilah was being very friendly both in dancing with me and almost snuggling close when we were talking; Alex too had left the party early.
I rarely interacted with Delilah in view of Adelynn's antipathy toward her, and if Adelynn had been around I would have never even danced one dance with her; yet I seemed to really enjoy her attention.
At one point in time I realized that I was walking with Delilah to a floor of the resort that had no public area, only private rooms. At that juncture I had a few fleeting moments when I knew something was really off, and in fact at one point actually thought "You've been drugged," although I knew of no drug that had the effects that I was experiencing.
The rest of the night was surreal. I knew what was happening -- in fact I was actively participating -- even though I knew that it was wrong. The fact that what I was doing was wrong did not hinder me in any way, however.
You've probably guessed what I was actively participating in that was wrong. I was fucking Delilah's brains out! I was like a buck deer rutting, and she was definitely a doe in estrus. If this encounter had happened before we were both married I probably would have considered it the highlight of my life. I was more sexually charged and active than at any other time in my life, and if the case wasn't the same for her then she's an alien and not human.
Delilah's pussy was like a snug velvet vacuum pump. Not only was it enormously pleasurable to stroke in it, but it honestly felt like she could suck the cum right out of my cock. During the first fuck -- our clothes were not even completely removed, although some torn items were littered on the floor -- I pistoned in-and-out faster than at any other time in my life, Delilah wrapped her sculptured thighs around my torso, and she screamed obscenities as she pulsed her pc muscles in sync with my stroking. I came like a volcano with a grunt so low and long I didn't even realize that it was coming from me, and with a scream from her that has she not muffled it in a pillow likely would have broken glass.
My ejaculation was so intense that I temporally lost consciousness -- something that had never happened to me before. I think that Delilah did to.
Whatever it was that drugged me also must have given me superhuman sexual prowess because I don't ever remember recovering from my first fuck so quickly, or having as many ejaculations in a short period of time. As best that I can recall through my brain fog I first fucked her missionary, then she fucked me cowgirl, then I fucked her perfect D cup teardrop tits, then I fucked her doggy; and I think that there was one more. I also know that my tongue and lips were on her labia and clit a significant period of time, and her mouth engulfed my cock at other times.
Physically I was more sexually satisfied and drained than at any other time in my life by a factor of two.
Emotionally and mentally I was a basket case, especially when I woke up with a clock near the bed reading 7:54 a. m. with one of Delilah's nipples in my mouth and one of her hands on my ball sac, and with cum dribbling out of her pussy and caked on her thighs.
I woke up with a start. Delilah was apparently still in a twilight zone and instinctively grabbed trying to get me to snuggle some more, but after her eyes briefly fluttered she seemed to go back to sleep, or pass out, I don't know which. My cock was red and sore but when I looked down at her prodigious naked body it twitched, and started to harden before I covered her nakedness with a sheet.
At that point in time I was sure that my life as I knew it was over. I could get a blood test that probably would show that I had a virtual pharmacy flowing through me and I don't think that it would make a difference to Adelynn; fucking Delilah would be the equivalent to infanticide to Adelynn.
Still not completely dressed, but with all my clothes accounted for, as I rushed to our room I wondered if there was anything I could do to mitigate the divorce that was sure to follow, and if I could ever get to see my kids again. When I quietly entered my room it was like for some reason God granted me a reprieve because given the fact that she had already been in bed going on eleven hours, and she rarely slept more than seven, Adelynn was still counting sheep as she snored. I knew then that she had been drugged too, probably with something like Ambien.
I messed up my side of the bed, put my clothing in the bottom of my suitcase and locked it, took a quick shower, got dressed in new underwear, and gently woke Adelynn up.
