Ate's Date with Destiny

(© 2008, all rights reserved)

Note: this story contains descriptions of sexual acts committed by force, i.e., non-consent, rape, and bi-sexuality. If such acts offend the reader, it is suggested that one pass up this story. Furthermore, the author wishes to say that it is a work of fiction whose contents and details do not necessarily reflect his own predilections; and as such, remonstrations decrying such acts are not welcome or invited. In brief, it is written for those who do enjoy such things, and in particular the author's new friend who is a well-regarded Literotrica author. If a reader thinks of himself as "too mentally healthy" or not twisted enough to get off on such "perversions," why is one reading a story which will be catalogued under the "Non-Consent," "Gay," or "Loving Wives" genres in the first place? I know somebody is now going to assert "but 'Loving Wives' can be about the beautiful sexual and romantic relationship between husbands and wives with no third parties!" Yes, the genre does include some stories like that; but frankly, I would assert that those are very few (and boring) -- whereas most are scribed to appeal to "voyeur hubbies" who want to see their wives fucked by other men or perhaps for men who wish to fuck other men's wives, whether they like it or not.

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Chapter 1:

Kate and Bob were a happily married couple, he 34, she 31 with a kid, nice house -- all the trappings of normalcy. Prior to their marriage several years ago, each had enough sexual experience to convince them it was time to get married, settle down, start a family, and live the "good life." Unbeknownst to Kate, Bob had taken to writing erotic fiction to explore and express his wilder side and was actually considered a well-received writer on the Literotica website.

Kate was slender with brown curly hair; small but pert breasts with nice nipples, a rather boyish figure, a cute ass, and a hairy or bushy pubic area, which was just about the only area of her being still considered wild. In fact, she was totally unlike most of the wives described in Literotica's Loving Wives section, i.e., the ones having voluptuous, curvy bodies with huge tits that somehow don't sag to their navels and shaved pussies.

One of his readers, a mature, insightful, married guy named Lew, took the opportunity to send some constructive comments about a couple of Bob's stories, especially an entry in the "Loving Wives" section and a friendly correspondence developed between the two men who shared some interests -- or at least an appreciation of the genre. Over time, Bob sent pics (unfortunately, only "G-rated") of Kate to Lew to show her off and get Lew's reaction to her. Kate looked so sweet and cute that Lew's imagination was incited. Bob suggested that in the past, Kate had been kind of wild and he wished that streak could be revived or tapped -- in more ways than one. Of course, Bob had no intention of realizing his fantasies -- it was just exciting to share them with an anonymous stranger. Just getting Kate to pose in the nude seemed an unobtainable, albeit delightful, goal -- never mind actually going to bed with one or more of his friends or strangers, preferably against her will.

As it turned out, Bob and Kate did not live very far from Lew's home and a plan was brewing in Lew's mind about how to take full advantage of the information he was receiving about Kate, whose sweetness and innocence he relished the notion of corrupting. Lew suggested that Bob invite him over for dinner, introducing him to Kate as a business associate visiting from out of town. Bob thought this would merely make their chats more interesting, nothing more.

Kate was happy to be hospitable, especially if it supported her husband's career; and it just happened that the visit coincided with their kids visiting their grandparents for a few days during summer vacation -- the stage was now set for Kate's Date With Destiny.

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The night that Lew arrived at Bob and Kate's home was a warm summer's evening; the day had been in the 90's; and it had not cooled down much. Consequently, Kate was wearing lightweight, but perfectly modest and non-revealing clothes -- a simple top and skirt with no indication of her underwear or the treasures concealed. Bob answered the door and introduced his "associate" to the unsuspecting Kate who primly shook Lew's hand. For a while, they sat in the living room making small talk about work (Bob had prepped Lew on the nature of his regular job), kids, plus the political campaign and what they thought of McCain and Obama. One of the topics was the pro-life vs. pro-choice issue and how McCain might put Roe vs. Wade at risk with prospective Supreme Court picks. It was interesting to know that both the husband and the wife were pro-life and would never contemplate what they considered "infanticide." Lew was careful to keep the conversation totally "clean" with no off-color innuendos, jokes, or even attempts to undress her with his eyes, which he might normally do when meeting a woman he wanted to see naked.

Eventually, Kate left the men to go to the kitchen and get the dinner rolling. Bob seized the opportunity to ask, "So what do you think of my girl?" Lew responded, "She's cuter than her pics and a real MILF." Bob's chest swelled with pride and thoughts of masturbating later while imagining Lew on top of Kate formed in his mind. Although Bob had no wish to see Kate ravished for real, knowing that Lew had seen pics of Kate and having Lew in his home with her in person and touching her -- even though merely shaking her hand -- provided a new, tantalizing concreteness which would fuel his fantasy of seeing his wife ravished by another man.

Dinner was a success, Kate having outdone herself looking to impress somebody who might help Bob. Lew had brought a very nice bottle of wine which Kate and Bob enjoyed -- although Lew did not partake, explaining that he was taking some antibiotic which indicated abstinence from alcohol during the 10-day course of treatment. What the young couple did not happen to notice was Lew's slipping some powder from a small envelop into the bottle when he uncorked it and left it to "breathe" -- allowing a powerful sedative to dissolve completely in the interim.

As the meal was coming to a close, both Bob and Kate found themselves yawning and eyes getting droopy. Kate was embarrassed for being so rude in front of a guest, blaming her being so tuckered out on the extreme heat and the amount of sun she had taken that day, exacerbated by the delicious wine she had consumed. She even said, "Gee Lew, if you had been able to share this bottle with us 3 ways, I'd probably be more alert!" with a little giggle that Lew found delicious. The term "3 way" also caused an internal giggle of his own, since that was exactly what he had in mind for the unsuspecting couple. Bob was about to learn the veracity of the old adage, "be careful what you wish for....it might come true."

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Lew sat back and continued to chat, waiting patiently for the drug to take full effect on the young married couple. And eventually, that patience was rewarded when Kate's head bobbed downward and her chin rested on her chest. Bob looked on in amazement and even started to ask Lew what was going on, but found himself unable to speak, as Lew stood up and walked around behind Kate to test her responses. Lew reached out and rubbed Kate's right breast thinking that if she were conscious, she'd react with alarm or protest. However, she remained mute. Bob sat in his chair conflicted and, as he came to realize, helpless as he witnessed the man he invited into his home actually enacting some of his favorite fantasy -- but it wasn't supposed to happen for real! The last thing Bob saw before he passed out was Lew raising his wife's top to reveal her prim, plain white bra.....

(to be continued)