In the weeks after the night that I joined my wife with her two studs life carried on pretty much unchanged. If anything it was kind of strange that nothing was mentioned, there was an unspoken understanding that did not need further discussion. I wanted more, I knew like she did that we were both hooked and neither would be satisfied with our previous vanilla existence.
Friday afternoon seemed to drag more than usual, I had hoped to clear my desk early and get home to start the weekend early. Instead emails and calls kept me distracted and time got away from me. By the time I had caught up and was ready to leave it was nearly 7pm, with an hour commute it was 8pm by the time I finally got home.
Grabbing a beer from the fridge I head upstairs for a soak in the tub. My wife was home and she was preening herself as if she was going out on a date. I thought for a minute I had fucked up and missed something. She assured me there was nothing to panic about, and the party was coming to her. With that she smiled and told me to take my soak and all would become clear.
Climbing in to the tub, I started to relax. The water was soothing and helped me forget the stresses of the day. After a while I started to imagine what my wife had planned for the night. The erotic images and fantasies stirred a hard on which begged for attention. Slowly I started to jerk off enjoying the warmth of the water. My self-pleasure was cut short as the door burst open and a rather angry looking black guy entered. He sneered in disgust as I tried to cover my erection. I started to try to get out of the tub, only to be pushed back down, "sit the fuck back!" he snarled as pulled out his cock and pissed in the tub. As angry as I was, there is no way I stood a chance in a fight with a guy of his size, especially in my unfortunate state of nakedness. When he finished peeing in my water, he shook dry and zipped back up.
"Now to make sure you don't get in the way" he quipped as he pulled out a baggie of pills. He held out a brightly colored tablet, which reluctantly I swallowed the pill and waited to see what would happen next. He left, with me sat in the tub feeling decidedly strange.
The room was spinning and I felt like I was going to pass out. I climbed out of the tub and was determined to get dressed. I started to pull on my jeans but just could not stay awake; I felt the edges of the room fold inwards and then blackness.
I must have been out for hours as the next thing I remember was loud music and voices coming from downstairs. I tried to move but still felt heavy and unable to sum up the strength to stand. Another couple of hours must have passed; it was after 1am when I could finally stand. I dressed, still feeling groggy with a thundering headache. I had to know what was going on, the noise from downstairs was deafening. I had to know why I had been drugged and could only imagine my wife and her black cock addiction was at play.
