WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, this story and many others in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are FICTION no marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. The story may not conform to our reality. STD's are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the story line. I don't care if you think every infidelity should end in divorce, or you would divorce. Your morals are not a part of my stories.
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Morgans Vulnerability
I met Morgan at University. She is tall, 5 foot 11 inches, 38D and thin, 145 pounds. Dark brown shoulder length hair. Her mother got her on an IUD while she was still in high school, soon after she lost her virginity. Unfortunately, she just cannot hold her liquor. 2 Beers or a highball and she is gone, double that and she is blackout drunk. Before I started dating her the guys would take advantage of her. They would get her drunk, fuck her till they could not cum any more then drop her back at her dorm. In the morning she would be hung over but could not remember what happened.
I tried to put a stop to that when I started dating her. First, I put a limit, 1 beer, or 1 glass of wine. Even that left her with a solid buzz and a desire for more. That worked fine when I was there, but if I was not available, she would go out with friends and be dropped at her dorm in the early hours.
I told her what was going on, but she wouldn't believe me. "They are my friends. They wouldn't do that to me." I recruited a couple of her girlfriends who were a bit effective at curbing her drinking, but they wanted their own fun, and would lose her. Then she would get dumped at her dorm in the early hours.
During our last year at university, I proposed, and we got married. That made it a bit easier because she was less inclined to go out if I was not around. Not a total success, but better. Only now when she did go out without me, she would be dumped at our condo. I would find her laying on the floor just inside the door, snoring. Often next to a puddle of vomit.
After graduation we both got jobs in the research park. Mine was with an engineering company, so I needed to travel from time to time. Hers was with a biotech company.
Everything was fine till the first Friday. She did not come home. Then about 1 in the morning, three guys dropped her off at our condo, passed out. I managed to get her into the bathroom before she puked all over her clothes. I got them off, and got her into the shower. I washed her off, and got her into bed, rinsed her clothes off and put them in the laundry. Her panties were full of cum. Saturday morning, she was hung over. Badly hung over, and she could not remember anything after they opened the first bottle of whisky. She did remember that they brought out three bottles.
We had a long talk, and she agreed that she would leave before the drinking started. But next Friday same thing. Same three guys. I was pretty sure they had fucked her and maybe others had as well.
Week three I drove her to work on Friday and said I would pick her up at 5. When I got there, it was clear that the party was in full swing. I asked for her, and was told she was in the lab, "with the guys". I was not allowed back there but someone was sent to fetch her. It took quite a while, and I was getting upset when the three guys came through with her, and helped me get her into the car. It was also clear that whoever had dressed her did a sloppy rushed job.
It took a few weeks before I determined that the bottles came out at 3. And when I showed up at three, she was still somewhat in control, she could walk without too much help and was thrilled to see me. A group of about 8 guys came out to say goodbye and kiss her and grope her, in front of me.
Within a couple more weeks they just sent her out after her first drink. I told my boss that I had to collect her at 3 and I could not be out of town on a Friday night. He wasn't thrilled, and the jobs I got assigned were the scut jobs from then on. But at least I could be there for her.
She still denied that anything could be going on. These were her coworkers and they were really nice to her. They would never do anything like that. I couldn't say that she was cheating on me, because she did not remember any of it. She definitely was in no condition to consent when she'd had a drink.
Christmas is coming and she comes home with an announcement about a Christmas party to be held at the big boss's house. There would be an open bar, and everyone should bring someone.
The big boss clearly was making big bank. The house was huge in a really posh neighborhood. We were introduced to the management team, but everyone else was up to me to find out who they were. The house was big, but I figured there must be close to 200 people.
I got our first drinks, ginger ale for her and coke for me. At some point someone replaced our drinks, and a while later I noticed she was drunk. Someone had slipped her an alcoholic drink. I took her drink and tasted it, and it was more whisky than ginger ale. I got her a new one, but by the time I got back to her she had another drink, and had finished about half of it, she was approaching blackout drunk.
Then there was a distinct effort to separate us. I caught her twice being led off by a guy and retrieved her. Then I just caught this sight of her skirt at the top of the stairs, and she was gone. It took me several minutes to make my way through what seemed like an organized attempt to prevent me from getting to the stairs. Then I was faced with a long hallway. I opened the first door, and there were two couples naked on the bed fucking doggy. Not her. I closed the door.
I stopped myself. Just rescuing her would not solve the problem. I needed proof that she could not deny. I got out my phone and put it in movie mode. Then tried the next room. Three guys and two girls. Not her. The fourth room I recognized one of the guys, and slipped in quietly. Nobody even glanced my way, they were all focused on her. Moved over to the closet and slipped in. The door had slats so I could see out. I fiddled with my camera, no light, I did not need it they had the room lights on. Then set it up. I could hear her protesting. "No, I don't want this. Give me back my clothes." Her speech was badly slurred by the alcohol. It took a couple of minutes then someone pulled out her panties and there was a general woo hoo. I got a good view and it was definitely her. She already had lost her top and bra, the panties were now off, and a moment later her skirt came off. I could see clearly that she was laying on the bed naked. She was protesting that they were being too rough, and she tried to sit up. "Stop it, I am happily married and won't cheat on my husband. Give me back my clothes." You really had to listen to understand what she was saying, her speech was so slurred.
