It was years ago. We were lying on the old collapsing sofa we had when we were first married, which could only be comfortably enjoyed in a horizontal position. She was settled against me, with her arm around my stomach. We'd watched a film with Art Garfunkel in it, mostly because she's always loved one of his records. He played a psychiatrist, who rapes one of his patients when she is unconscious.
"Why would he do that?" she said. "She can't respond to him, she's nearly dead."
"Mmm it didn't seem very exciting to me... he's too...asexual. There are some men I can see are attractive, even though I'm not at all attracted to men, but not him."
We continued talking about it for some time.
"It would make a difference if it was someone you were sleeping with anyway, or someone you'd never sleep with, I think," she said, thoughtfully.
"Would you do it, if you got the chance?" Annie asked me, looking into my eyes.
"No, of course not!" I said. "I like you awake!"
She looked away, and blushed. "I think I'd quite like it," she said, sliding her hand down my stomach and into my trousers, worming it between my skin and boxers.
"Hmm seeing as how you're as hard as iron, I think you like the idea of it too."
I grasped her wrist and pulled her hand out away. "Not so, it's just all the talk about sex in general."
She looked at me for a moment and then said: "Actually the idea of you having your wicked way with me while I am asleep is quite sexy, I like the idea."
"But you wouldn't know anything about it! You'd be asleep or drugged or whatever."
"Yeah, and the idea of someone I don't know doing that is completely nauseating... it would be a completely different thing if you did it though. It would be...hot."
"So... if ever you were comatose, I should carry on? You give me permission? Really?"
"Yes, really. You have my permission. Well not like that," she indicated the television, " If I was in that sort of state you're to call the ambulance. But if I am heavily asleep or so drunk I don't know, or very tired and too tired to wake up, then yes. Want me to sign something?"
"I don't think that will be necessary." I opened my zip, and took her hand and placed it on my erection which was, as she had pointed out, quite impressive.
"I think we should go to bed and use this though...."
That night was a good night. We played games, she played unconscious, then I did, we messed about and we both came with satisfying extravagance, her several times and me, once but so conclusively I felt that everything, every desire, had been drained from me.
I hadn't thought about that conversation again for years. I'd never had an opportunity, and although it did seem quite arousing to role play sleeping princess and handsome prince for a bit, it just wasn't something I'd devoted any time or attention to. But then....
We were both exhausted when we got home. We collapsed onto the sofa and couldn't even be bothered to make a cup of coffee. She kicked off her shoes and had me unhook her bra, and then she removed it without removing her dress. It was green satin, and suited her, and I stroked her breast through the silky material, with no intention of following through. I didn't have the energy.
Eventually we decided to climb the stairs to bed. Annie had had a lot of champagne, and she was swaying rather as we went up to bed. she sat on the edge of the bed, removed her underwear, giggled and fell sideways on the bed, passed out. I went around to her side of the bed, picked up her feet and laid them gently on the bed. Then I undressed myself, and wondered about getting her out of her dress. I got up and stood over her, and tried to wake her a little.
"Annie... shall we get you out of your dress?" I found the zip easily enough and unzipped the back, but she was a completely dead weight, and didn't really stir at all. The front of the dress gaped, and I caught sight of her dark nipple, and full, rounded breast. I slipped my hand inside the fabric, and as I touched her breast, her nipple hardened. And I did too.
I caught her nipple between two fingers, and stroked my cock. I hadn't had very much to drink - I'd been driving, and I was horny, very horny. She was... my wife, and yet not my wife, because she was unconscious, oblivious to the world and what I was doing.