My wife and I recently went to a friend's wedding, and the wedding reception that followed. At the wedding reception my wife was in one of her drinking moods. I on the other hand couldn't drink alcohol because I was on medication, and I couldn't mix alcohol with the medicine that I was talking. My wife is a very attractive 50 year old brunette with a very fit body, and she looks many years younger. Many men always find my wife very socially attracted to, because she has a bubbly personality, so much that men take her the wrong way, and think that she is flirting with them, but she isn't, and has never cheated on me, and has been very loyal to me.
While at this reception, I slowly saw my wife become more and more intoxicated. I sat at my table as my wife wondered around being herself. I noticed that many men were flirting with my wife, because they thought that she alone, and didn't come to the wedding with a partner.
As the night progressed, I noticed that every time my wife went to the bar to get another drink, two of the bartenders would grin, and stare at my wife looking her over up and down, smiling at each other in a sinister way. At first I really didn't pay to much attention to these two bartenders, but after my wife made a few more trips to the bar, I noticed that my wife was becoming more and more intoxicated, and she was acting a little strange, more so than normal.
I looked over at the two bartenders, and they kept staring at my wife, and they looked to be up to something. My wife went back over to the bar, and ordered another drink, and I watched the one that was mixing her drink, putting something in it, and stirring it around as the other bartender distracted my wife. The bartender that made the drink gave it to my wife, and she walked away, and they both smiled at each other looking at my wife's firm ass as she walked away.
I wasn't one hundred percent sure about it, but I was wondering if the bartender was putting a drug in my wife's drink. It was getting late, and I was miserable not being able to drink myself, and my wife came over to my table, and said that she wasn't feeling well. I told her that I thought that it was time for us to leave, and I had to help my wife up, and take her out of the reception, and we waited for the driver to bring us our car. While waiting outside, I noticed that the two bartenders came outside, and noticed my wife sitting on the park bench with me, almost passed out. Both of these men looked very disappointed when they saw me with her, and they waited looking outside at us until our car arrived. The driver helped me get my wife into our car because my wife had totally passed out by now.
While driving home I was concerned about my wife, and I figured that she had passed out from drinking too much alcohol. At the first chance, I pulled over on the side of the road, and I shook my wife, and she wasn't responding. I now figured that the two bartender's had put some sort of drug in my wife's drinks, thinking that later they could take my wife, and have sex with her, not knowing that she was married. For some reason my cock started getting really hard thinking about what these two men wanted to do to my wife, and I now knew that I had left both of them with the blue balls, very disappointed.
While I was pulled over on the side of the road, I lightly slapped my wife's face asking her to wake up, and I got absolutely no response at all. I squeezed one of her tits very hard, and again I got absolutely no response from her, and I now knew that those two bartenders had drugged my wife. I started thinking that now would be a great opportunity to have another man have sex with my wife while she was passed out, because I had thought about this many times during our marriage, and it always turned me on. I now had a ragging hard on thinking about the situation that my wife was in, so I proceeded to try and find someone for her.
I really had no idea why I decided to do this, but my bad side steered me in this direction. As I was driving back to our house I noticed an old man standing on the street corner. I made a few trips around the block trying to get my nerve up to pull over and talk to this man, and on the forth trip around the block, I pulled over to the curb, and I motioned for him to come over to my car because I wanted to talk to him.
As soon as the old man walked over to the passenger side of my car I rolled the window down, and I asked him would he like to have sex with my passed out wife, and he stuck his head in my car, and he gave my wife a good looking over. This old man said that you have got to be kidding me, that their was no way that he could be this lucky, so I lifted my wife's skirt, and I showed him my wife's pantyhose, and panty coved crotch. He looked at me, and he said is she totally passed out, and I said yes she was, and I was sure that she would never know that a stranger had had sex with her when she wakes up in the morning.
This old man said that he would go along with it if I was serious, and I told him get in the backseat and he jumped in my car. I asked him did he know of a good place to do this, and he said if you drive around the corner their is a cheap motel that he sometimes stays in when he has the money, but tonight he was totally broke. As we drove to the motel, I noticed that this old man had a bad stench, and he didn't appear to be to clean. As I pulled up to the office of this cheap motel, I asked him was this place safe, because we were in the bad part of town, and he said don't worry about that. I gave the old man $45.00 for the motel fee, and he got out and walked inside to pay for the room. Shortly after this he walked back out, and he got back into the back seat of my car, and he said that our room is on the backside of the building.
I pulled up to the room, and I asked him to open the door to the room, and to come back out to help me get my wife out of the car. He opened the motel door, and he quickly grabbed one side of my wife's limp body, as I grabbed the other side of her, and we proceeded to take her in the motel room placing her unconscious body on the bed. I walked back outside to my car getting my camera that I took to the weeding, putting in a new SD card. I locked my car, and I went back into the room locking the door behind me. I was so fucking horny thinking about what was about to happen. I looked at the old man, and I asked him what his name was, and he said that people call him Mr. Peeps because he wore thick glasses. Mr. Peeps had dirty clothes on, and he appeared to be a street person or Hobo. His pants were dirty, torn and shiny, half worn out, and he had a dirty shirt with a dirty T-shirt under it.
I asked Mr. Peeps when was the last time that he had sex, and he said about a week ago with a prostitute around the corner, and that he was homeless, and trying to make it the best that he could. Mr. Peeps kept staring at my pretty wife lying on the bed, and I could tell that he was very eager to get started. He told me that my wife was a very pretty woman, and couldn't wait any longer, and would it be ok to get started. Mr. Peeps asked me what my wife's name was and I told him Linda. He looked down at my wife on the bed, and he said as he started removing his dirty shirt and T-shirt, well Linda, tonight old Mr. Peeps is going to fuck your brains out, and he quickly dropped his dirty slacks on the floor.
I now was having second thoughts about this because Mr. Peeps looked even more uglier naked. I took notice of him now standing totally naked beside the bed with his 6 inch uncut soft cock dangling down. Mr. Peeps looked at me, and I said go ahead have fun with her, and he wasted no time in getting in the bed raising my wife's skirt, rubbing his dirty hands through the crotch of her pantyhose covered pussy. He looked at me smiling, and I noticed that he was missing a few of his front teeth, and the ones that he had were yellow, and somewhat rotten. Mr. Peeps was about 70 years old, with a thin build, and he had pale white skin, with a few tattoos on his arms. His ass was skinny with wrinkles on both of his ass cheeks, he bent over, and was sniffing my wife's crotch, and I noticed that his balls were covered in grey hair, and his asshole rosebud was red, gapped with hemorrhoids, and he had red bumps on his nut sack and his ass.