"No! Stop that!" a quiet, slurred female voice scolded.
"Shh, this won't hurt." A hushed male voice.
"I said "No!" the same female voice, slurred, hushed, but angry, then followed by a moan.
I was woken from my drunken slumber, disoriented and confused by what I thought I was hearing. As the fog of sleep began to clear, I turned to my clock to see the time. 2:33 am. It was pitch black and silent in my room. Had I been dreaming? I listened for a moment, then concluded that I must have been dreaming, a decision that came easily in my drunken state. I closed my eyes again and started to drift off, then I heard a muffled noise somewhere distant, "ugh uhhhhhhhh".
Let me back up a bit. Recently, our daughter Katie and her common law husband had fallen on hard times and needed to move home with us. Of course, we welcomed them into our home. Our daughter was out of work, but had been busy searching for a job. The prospects were slim, so she started applying in a larger and larger radius. Her boyfriend, Cole, was also out of work to an extent. He was a tattoo artist, so he picked up odd jobs, but without a shop he was having a hard time making ends meet. Cole was around 30 years old, shorter for a guy at around 5'7", and has a stocky build.
My wife Erin has some tattoos and liked Cole's work, so she commissioned him to do some small pieces on her. The 2nd time he was working on Erin, I walked into our home office where he was tattooing her, and they seemed to be getting along very well. Katie and Cole had dinner with us every night and we hung out often. After a while, everyone seemed to be finding a groove where we all got along very well.
One night, we all had a few drinks leading up to dinner and I noticed Cole staring at Erin's butt, and his gaze lingered a little longer than it should have. I chalked this up to his slight impairment and didn't think much of it. In hindsight, I should have.
Fast forward a few weeks to now. Our Katie received an invitation to do a job interview in a town a few hours away. As her interview was going to be early in the morning, we sprung for her to stay in a hotel in that town so that she didn't need to be up at 4am and would be well rested for the interview. The same evening that she was away, Cole offered to make dinner for us as a small thanks for letting him stay with us. We thought this was very kind of him.
Cole brought home some steaks and beer as well as some of Erin's favorite whiskey. Before dinner, we all indulged in a few drinks, getting pretty tipsy. The drinking continued through dinner and into the evening. With Erin being as petite as she is at 5'8" and 130 lbs, she was pretty drunk and kept declining more drinks when offered, as did I because I had work in the morning, but Cole, being the good host, kept topping up our drinks. Despite my own tolerance to alcohol, I was quite intoxicated also.
When 11 pm rolled around, I had to excuse myself to go lay down. I wasn't buzzed, I was really drunk and really needed to lay down, and when I did, the room was spinning. I couldn't get to sleep fast enough! Erin was drunk also, but said she'd stay up and help clean up as she didn't have work the next day. The last I remembered was the room spinning as I passed out in bed.
Next thing to happen was when I woke to the hushed voices in my dreams, but as I gained focus, I realized the noises were real. I was still very confused about what I'd heard. "Oh yes, Cole made us dinner and drinks," I reminded myself. That's why I was so foggy. In fact, I was beyond drunk and still confused. I reached over to Erin's side of the bed to confirm she was beside me, thinking our daughter and Cole were the voices I'd heard, but Erin was not beside me and her side was cold. I heard muffled, indiscernible noises again. Now I was both confused and curious as to what was going on.
I sat up in bed. A wave of nausea and dizziness washed over me and I found myself suddenly trying to supress my need to be sick. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and paused with my head down, trying to take deep breaths to control my nausea. I forced myself to stand slowly, bracing myself against the wall. Why was I so drunk and sick, and disorientated? This didn't make sense. Yes, I'd had a fair bit to drink, but I never reacted this strongly. I slid along the wall slowly and got to my bedroom door, turning the knob and opening it. The hallway was empty and I heard nothing at first, then a faint, muffled moan.
I entered the hallway, then slowly worked my way down the stairs, having to pause and sit-down part way down. Again, I heard a muffled voice, another moaning sound. I gathered myself and navigated the rest of the way down the stairs. The living room was vacant. I turned towards the kitchen and made my way there, also vacant. I realized the noise was coming from the basement where the guest room that our daughter and Cole were staying was located. I took a few more deep breaths, then slowly descended to where their room was.
I got to the basement and saw the bedroom door partially open. Whoever was down there hadn't been careful about closing it. I knew in the back of my head that it must be Erin and Cole in there as our daughter was away, but somehow I wasn't positive, or maybe I didn't want to entertain the idea. Perhaps Katie'd come home without my knowledge? I thought maybe Erin was somewhere else in the house and, of course, I didn't want to burst in on our daughter.
I got to the doorway and grabbed the handle, then hesitated. No, I had to look and make sure, not rush in. I released the handle and put my eye to the opening. Cole had his back to me, shirtless. I recognized him immediately by his broad shoulders and completely tattoo covered back and body. He was wearing nothing but his black boxer briefs. I was struggling to focus and only gathered images which I slowly put together. He was on his knees on the end of the bed leaning forward, straddling a pair of legs, those of either my daughter or wife, who was face down on the bed. He was obviously giving whoever it was a back massage. Cole then slid back off the mattress and stood, still straddling the ends of the woman's legs which were hanging off the bed.
"Damn, I've been dying to see that ass." I heard Cole say.
"Shhh, you're going to wake him up." This slurring voice was definitely Erin's, as she attempted to be quiet, but was anything but so in her drunken state.
"Ha! No, he's not waking up anytime soon. He probably won't even hear his alarm in the morning with what I slipped into his drink. Don't worry about him." Cole boasted proudly.
I hesitated, anger welling up inside me. I wanted to burst into the room, but my thoughts were muddled, confused. "He drugged me!" I thought to myself.
"Mmmmm" I heard Erin moan. I looked into the room again, now seeing Cole's arm moving. I assumed he was touching Erin. I heard her moan again. I then saw him lift his hand and bring it down quickly, followed by a loud slapping noise and a squeal from Erin.
I didn't know what to do. I was in no condition to confront anyone, and apparently Erin didn't need me to protect or save her. "For now, I'll watch and decide what to do" I told myself.
Cole stepped back and pulled Erin up onto her feet. Cole's hands wandered all over her, then spun her around to face him. As I watched from behind Cole, I saw Erin slide down to her knees, pantyless, her pussy exposed, then saw her grab Cole's boxers and slide them down, "Damn Cole, wow!" I heard Erin exclaim quietly, then heard her "mmmmm", followed by sounds of slurping.
I was frozen in place. I wanted to confront them, I wanted to run away, I wanted to end this, and yet I found my cock hard at attention and my hand down my shorts touching it.
"Damn Erin, you look good sucking my big cock." Cole boasted. "You ever sucked a cock this thick?"
I heard Erin reply "Uhh uhhh", humming her response around his cock.
Cole reached out with both his hands, obviously taking Erin's head in his hands as his hips started to thrust while he started to fuck her mouth. Cole's ass flexed with each thrust and I could hear Erin gagging, "ack, ack, ack," the noise only broken with the odd gasp as she struggled for air.
"You better be warming up that pussy for me Erin. Start playing with your pussy." he ordered. Erin's hand immediately went between her legs, clearly visible from my viewpoint. Her pussy was exposed as she was nude, and she didn't hesitate to push fingers into her open and obviously wet hole, moaning as she did.
I knew I should barge in, confronting both of them immediately, but in my fog and arousal, I only wanted to watch. I was confused as to why I was so excited, and at the same time, ashamed of myself for not confronting them.
Cole continued to fuck Erin's mouth as though fucking a pussy, and I heard her gag repeatedly, often gasping and choking, but this never stopped him.
