A dark, irresistible thrill

[CasualVoyeur]

I know I am a bad guy. I am sure some will comment here, dropping opinions of morality and judgment. I find the online community interesting in that way, as I have seldom had that happen in person; at least not in a very long time. I guess the combination of size, tattoos and hair discourage such forthrightness when present.

My wife has never seen me that way however. A tall, blue-eyed beauty, she sees me for the softy that I am. At the same time, there is no doubt that she enjoys being with perceived power. She has plenty of power herself, and is no pushover for sure.

That said, I will disclose what I came here to talk about. See, I come from a permissive background, very unlike my wife. She is considered society, highly educated and walks for the most part among the polite. She married the bad boy, but pulls it off with her class and intellect. As you might imagine, this has caused stress at points. One such case has been my efforts over the years to get her to swing. It would be such eros to see her taken by another man. Alas, she has steadfastly refused such acts, categorizing such things as dirty, wrong and disgusting. Such were her protests to said acts that I resigned myself to the inevitable reality that alas, I would never have an opportunity to see her shapely form under another man. Then, a set of events began to unfold that would take me to dark places I could never have imagined.

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My brother is 13 years older then I. He has struggled over the years with jobs and his marriage. In the fall of 2011 he finally separated from his wife, and I offered him temporary accommodations in our home, while he sorted things out. My wife, Jen, was more upset about this then I expected. Yes, I knew that she was not fond of Randy, she considers him a bit of a loser. It is also an upset to home life to have such open-ended house guests, so in retrospect I understand her annoyance. Regardless, Randy is my brother and I am not going to toss him to the street. He moved into the guest room for what was to become a longer stay then even I had imagined.

As much as Jen disliked Randy intruding on our home life, my brother and I re-kindled a connection, and I got to really know him. The age difference had meant we did not really have a childhood together, but now as adults, we found that the kin-connection was there. I enjoyed having beers with Randy, doing projects with him and having my bro around the house. The downside was an increasingly distant Jen, who made no secret about her opinion that Randy needed to get a job and get his own place. Her hours at work increased, I suspected by her choice, and she started taking Ambien at night to get sleep. I felt bad that she was stressed, but at the same time somewhat resentful that she was not more open to helping out family.

As weeks turned to months, a sort of routine set in, and the initial stress of the situation eased into a new sense of normalcy. Jen seemed to still have some irritation at coming home to find Randy and I drinking beer and watching TV, but she seemed resigned to ride it out with some grace and started joining in the TV room with a glass of wine before turning in. Randy can be crude when drinking, but she can hold her own, and I was happy that she had come around as much as she had. The wine was a wind-down for her, she was the only one in the house that had to be at work early so she would not stay long. As the situation got more comfortable for all, she started just laying her head in my lap and passing out; usually well before Randy and I were ready to call it for the night. It worked to our advantage, as I enjoyed watching randy leer at her sleeping body; her long legs, shapely hips and big tits. He made no secret of the fact that he lusted after my pretty young wife.

On the nights when Jen fell asleep in the lounge I would have to carry her to the bedroom when retiring. I learned that the Ambien she was taking to sleep was no-shit stuff. On one occasion I was annoyed at having to carry her, and tried to wake her to get her to come to bed under her own power. I was unsuccessful. I chided her about it the next day, but she seemed to think I was kidding. It occurred to me that she might just be messing with me, and I put the incident away.

Later that week, I mentioned the seeming un-wake-able state to Randy as she slept on me while we watched TV. She seemed out cold with a throw pulled up to her chin as she lay on my leg. Randy watched as I shook her, and spoke loudly. No response. One way to find out if she was messing with me. I tossed the blanket off of her. No response. I pulled up her shirt, baring her bra-clad breasts. No response.

I was stunned. Randy looked the same. He seemed unable to take his eyes off her bare torso and cleavage, and the taboo of her laying there partially exposed. It was a rush, and I considered trying to get her bra off but it was a back-clasp and I was not sure of how to get it off of her without completely flipping her over. I un-buttoned and un-zipped her shorts, allowing randy and I to verify that she was wearing blue underwear. Nervous, and unsure of what to do with what I had learned, I re-fastened Jen's clothing, and with Randy's help got her to bed.

Was Jen playing a game with me? If so, what was it? I quizzed her the next day about what she remembered about the movie we had been watching. I was braced for anything else she might have remembered about the evening, but she simply said she had not been interested in the movie evidently, because she did not remember it.

I could not let that go. I needed more understanding about what I had witnessed.

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A lot has been learned in the years since about the effects of Ambien. In a percentage of the population is can cause a form of temporal amnesia, even damaging short-term memories. Many people experience a catatonic state. Even if wakened, they are unlikely to remember anything about the time period. Although still prescribed, such effects are now much more closely monitored and the medication is stopped if there is evidence of this side-effect.

This was not the case in 2011. And although I did not know what I know now, I was able to find studies online that suggested these side-effects may be more prominent then most knew at the time. Concerned, I actually brought the information to Jen's attention. She did not seem concerned, even stating that if she was going to take something to relax it had better work. Being a medical professional herself, she pointed out that she probably knew more about the medication then I. Fair point.

Randy and I joked that this could be useful the next time she fell asleep on the couch.

Watching her sleep a few days later, however, has more stressful then I had anticipated. Was she really in a "catatonic" state? Randy and I looked like kids over forbidden fruit, each waiting for the other to do something or make a move. Jen lay on the couch on her side, partially curled up as she breathed rhythmically. My modest attempts to wake her had seemingly done nothing. I was overcome with a sense that she was setting me up... waiting for me to do something stupid. On the table was her wine glass; about an inch of the light liquid left in the bottom. I picked it up and poured it on her.

Randy and I chugged big swallows of our beer and looked from each other back to Jen, laying on the couch with wine running across her neck and soaking the front of her shirt. She had not budged. She was _out_. I think we giggled like kids, wondering what we dared to do next.

I gained confidence that Jen was really not going to wake as Randy steadied her and I removed the wet shirt. He grabbed a towel, I removed her bra, and told Randy to dry her off. He hesitated, but by now I was getting very confidant that Jen was not going to wake up and told him so. After carefully drying Jen's big, floppy tits and slim torso, he stood back as if not sure what to do next. My classy wife was now laying on her back on the couch, bare from the waist up exposed to her brother-in-law. The thrill was intense, and I did not want it to end. "Well", I observed, "the movie is not over", and I sat down and pretended to re-focus on the TV. As I had hoped he would, Randy sat on the couch next to Jen. He ran his hands over her bare torso and breasts, and even tasted her nipples. After a few minutes he seemed overcome with nerves, and mentioned something about getting clear before she woke. He stumbled off to bed, I was sure to beat off to the memory of the experience. I got Jen to bed, and put her wine soaked shirt in the laundry.

The next day I asked Jen if she remembered what had happened the night before. I was still having a difficult time reconciling the fact that she did not know what had happened. She seemed annoyed with the question, so I told her she had fallen asleep with the wine glass in her hand and spilled it on herself. Did she not not remember that I had to dry her off? She did not, and for the first time appeared concerned at not being able to remember. She commented that she should probably ease off the wine when taking something to sleep.

I hoped she would not.

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It was a Sunday. I know that because a game was on. Randy and I had spoken little about what we had done, and I had wondered if he had remorse. Any question about that was answered as he looked from me to Jen's sleeping form beside me; "did she take one?".

"Yeah, pretty sure" I told him. Actually I was really sure. I was paying attention.

Jen's shirt and bra came up. It was obvious that Randy had been thinking about this, and was not going to waste an opportunity. He got his phone, and took pictures of her laid out exposed. We had been drinking most of the day, and it was quickly evident that Randy's inhibitions had dropped when his pants did. He took pictures of his penis on Jen's big tits, and on her lips. Seizing on his idea, I grabbed my phone and started taking pictures of Randy defiling my young, sleeping wife. Jen's long legs sprawled out of her shorts. Randy looked to me for permission. I nodded tensely. Randy took his time working the shorts and underwear down and off of her feet, both of us braced to see if this was the level that would cause Jen so stir. Her breathing remained rhythmic, and she showed no sign of awareness to what was happening.

Jen is stunning naked. She is tall, with long, shapely legs. Her breasts are out sized on a slender torso. She is a natural blond, pale skin with smatterings of freckles in interesting places. She is proud of her looks, works hard at it and could be considered a spa queen. At the time her flat stomach lead down to perfectly smooth waxed labia. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck" Randy muttered, gazing at her now completely naked on her back on the couch. I too was overcome with the imagery. The comatose Jen looked like the perfect pale doll laying naked before Randy; an ageing, sweating overweight pervert of a brother-in-law looming over her helpless, sprawled figure. His penis jutted stiffly toward her; a thin shaft with a mushroom head that looked too big for it. I wanted pictures of this, and I found myself sounding like a porn director.

"Put it in her moth, I'll get a pic" I hissed. Randy carefully pried open her jaw, pushing the mushroom past her lips and teeth. I got the picture.

"Between her legs" I encouraged. I got the pictures. I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest, and chills ran my spine.

"Ultimate trophy pic" I urged him, "get one with it in her".

Randy hesitated, it appeared I had found his limit. "How?" he whispered.

I shrugged. "Get between her legs". We were whispering like kids.

Randy hesitated a moment more, but then moved down the couch and opened Jen's long legs. He knelt between them and looked hard into her face. We both did. No change in breathing. Randy lowered the mushroom on a stick to the neat crease between Jen's legs and pushed carefully. The labia folded inward under the pressure, but the dry shaft failed to penetrate. Randy pulled back, spit in his hand and slicked the head and shaft with the saliva. This time when he moved forward the prominent mushroom quickly slid out of sight into my sleeping wife.

It was like a bullet tore through me. I had never felt such a thrill. The imagery combined with the sheer wrongness of the act was a rush unlike any I had ever felt. Randy had paused with his cock head just inside Jen's married parts, studying her face for any sign of trouble. Seeing none, Randy looked at me, his breath jagged huffs. I nodded, probably breathing the same, and took pictures as Randy slowly pushed the unusually bulbous head of his prick as far into my wife as he could get it. I reeled at the imagery. My pretty wife lay peacefully sprawled on the couch. The heavy, older brother-in-law she despises propped over her carefully, his hairy pelvis pressed into her, his pervy member buried as deep into her as he could get it. Randy appeared frozen; gazing at her pretty sleeping face, appearing to let the experience wash over him.

"Oh shit" randy hissed, and reared back. "Shit shit shit, I'm sorry" he husked as jizz spewed from his pulsing dick and into the air. Jizz landed on Jen, on the couch, and onto the throw. Randy managed to control the last of the discharges into Jen's shorts. He looked panicked. "I think I got some in her" her whispered in dread. "Fuck man, I'm sorry".

If I thought seeing Randy in my wife was a rush, nothing had prepared me for the rush I felt realizing he had just cum inside her. Sure enough, Jen's vagina remained slack from the recent invasion, and a glisten of semen could just be seen inside her as the canal closed up.

I assured Randy that it was cool, she was on birth control, but we were now both kind of in a panic. How long had we let this go? How long was she going to be out? With hushed voices and careful movements we cleaned up the evidence, with the exception of what was in her, and carried her to the bedroom. Dressed in her PJ's we put her under the covers and double checked everything we could think of for evidence of what had happened. When finally satisfied that none existed, we retired to bed. I did not sleep well.

I was up with Jen and made coffee. She was dressed in casual business attire that can never really hide the bombshell body underneath. As was normal for the time, her pretty blue eyes were tired, but otherwise nothing seemed unusual and she was not demanding any answers for strange dreams. Every time I looked at her I felt the thrill of knowing that she was carrying Randy's seed in her and was none-the-wiser.

Randy was up shortly after Jen left, which was not the norm. He was nervous, and apologized again for not being more careful. I told him it was cool, and asked how he was with what had happened otherwise. He paused before answering, then told me "I know that was wrong, but FUCK!..."

"Yeah" I replied. "I know. So, what would you think about dumping your whole load in her next time...?"