If you are not big in non-consent stories you might not want to read this one. This is not my typical who's responsible loving wife story. This is a dark story, going deep in a mans soul. It's guaranteed to make people mad and angry or horny, depending on your perspective. Just wanted to let those who stay with it know what they are in for. Thank you to 'Omegazone' for editing this story. Thank you, DG hear.
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I'm Steve, I just returned from for my annual physical. I always try to stay in good health. I stand 6'4" weigh around 230 pounds. I watch what I eat, get plenty of exercise and even work out at the gym. I'm in my late forties and have been married for some twenty five years. We have four children, all grown up with families of there own. The doctor just told me my test results came back positive for pancreatic cancer.
This cancer is one of the worst with only a 25% recovery rate. The doctor said without going in and trying to remove some of the cells my chances of recovery are zero. I couldn't believe it. I thought I did everything right. I didn't even smoke and rarely drank. I just sat in the chair devastated.
The doctor asked me when I wanted to start in on therapy and operations. I just looked up at him and asked, "How long do I have if I do nothing?"
The doctor replied, "Six months, maybe a little more depending on your life style."
I told the doctor that I felt fine, I haven't had any problems other then maybe bowel movements. How can he be so sure? He just put up my x-rays and showed me the spots. Then he showed me the results of my urine samples where I was pissing a light brown. I just thought it was the juices I was drinking. I was wrong.
I then asked him, "Doc, are you saying if I go through the operation and then all the chemo that I only have a 25% chance of recovery?"
He replied, "I'm afraid so Steve, that's the way it looks."
I just looked at the doc and asked, "How will I know when the end is near? What will I feel?"
He just replied, "You'll have bad stomach cramps and bowel movements will be more irregular. Then you will be feeling internal pain, but I can give you pain medication at that time."
"Well doc, I'll guess I'll just live the rest of my life by doing all the things I wanted to do and then just die. I'm not going to spend my remaining months lying on a hospital bed hoping for the best. Please, tell no one about this. I want to live a normal life for the next six months. I don't want anyone feeling sorry for me, even my wife. I'll make sure all my affairs are in order."
With that I left the doctor's office and thought about the rest of my short life and what I was going to do. When I got home, I got on my knees to pray. "Why God? Why me? I lead a decent life. I never hurt anyone. I went to church most sundays."
Then I began to get angry at God. Maybe there really wasn't a God, at least one that cared about me. That's when I thought I would do all the things I thought about, but knew weren't right. I started thinking about sex. All the sex I didn't have because I was mister nice guy, good husband, good neighbor, never hurt anyone. Well that was all going to change and it was going to start changing today.
My marriage to Cindy was a decent one. We had a pretty normal relationship. Sex maybe once a month as of late. We never did experiment much because that wasn't the way church people acted. That was all going to change. I was going out of this world truly fucked by everyone I wanted. I was going to live out some of those so called bad fantasies.
The first thing I did was make a call to a slime bucket I knew. He worked at my office but dealt in drugs. I needed date rape drugs and I knew I could get them from him. I met him in the parking garage at work. I told him I preferred the liquid type if I could get it.
"He asked me how much I wanted?"
"I asked him how much did it take to put a person out."
He figured about an eye dropper would put a person of 150 pounds out in about 20 minutes.
"I told him to get me a pint."
He about shit himself and told me that would be a good 50 doses or more and would cost me twenty dollars a pop. Which amounted to over $1,000. He said all he had on him was about ten doses but could have the rest by the end of the following week.
I gave him $200 for what he had and another $500 down payment on the rest. I told him when he gives it to me, I'll give him $500 more. That's a $200 bonus to keep his mouth shut. If he told anyone he was a dead man. Also, he didn't need to ask any question.
He looked at me a little scared. He knew I wasn't joking, so we shook hands on the deal and I took my ten vials of drugs home, ready to start living fantasies. A vial is about the size of an eye dropper for those who don't know. I decided to stop and buy a digital camera and a taped recorder, just in case I needed them.
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I waited for my wife to come home, I decided to have sex tonight whether she wanted to or not. I had to try out this drug and make sure it works.
When she got home we had our dinner and usual talk. She asked me about the doctors appointment and I told her all was fine. After watching evening television we usually headed for bed. So I dropped one vial of liquid into her diet pop to see how it worked. She was just a tiny thing at 5' 1" tall weighing around 120 lbs. I just hope I didn't use to much drugs.
She was out in about ten minutes. She didn't say anything, just passed out like a drunk. I carried her little body upstairs and pulled her nightgown up, she had gotten ready for bed earlier. I pulled her panties off and started rubbing her mound. The elicit sex was great even though she was my wife, I was taking her without her knowledge. Her pussy was getting wet even though she was passed out. I got down and started eating her pussy. Something we never did. The first time I ever tried she told me how wrong it was. Her church was against oral sex.
I decided to use a condom this time, I didn't want to leave a mess to explain to her in the morning. I then turned her limp but hot body over so she was on her stomach and raised her ass up and shoved my cock into her pussy. She was never big on doggy style, because of her church beliefs, but she was sure humping tonight. I even took the liberty of sticking a finger in her ass. Damn it was tight. After I shot my load I cleaned her up. Ever try to put panties on a limp body? It's not easy. Then I finished straightening her nightgown and went to sleep.