Morgans Vulnerability

WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, this story and many others in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are FICTION no marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. The story may not conform to our reality. STD's are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the story line. I don't care if you think every infidelity should end in divorce, or you would divorce. Your morals are not a part of my stories.

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Morgans Vulnerability

I met Morgan at University. She is tall, 5 foot 11 inches, 38D and thin, 145 pounds. Dark brown shoulder length hair. Her mother got her on an IUD while she was still in high school, soon after she lost her virginity. Unfortunately, she just cannot hold her liquor. 2 Beers or a highball and she is gone, double that and she is blackout drunk. Before I started dating her the guys would take advantage of her. They would get her drunk, fuck her till they could not cum any more then drop her back at her dorm. In the morning she would be hung over but could not remember what happened.

I tried to put a stop to that when I started dating her. First, I put a limit, 1 beer, or 1 glass of wine. Even that left her with a solid buzz and a desire for more. That worked fine when I was there, but if I was not available, she would go out with friends and be dropped at her dorm in the early hours.

I told her what was going on, but she wouldn't believe me. "They are my friends. They wouldn't do that to me." I recruited a couple of her girlfriends who were a bit effective at curbing her drinking, but they wanted their own fun, and would lose her. Then she would get dumped at her dorm in the early hours.

During our last year at university, I proposed, and we got married. That made it a bit easier because she was less inclined to go out if I was not around. Not a total success, but better. Only now when she did go out without me, she would be dumped at our condo. I would find her laying on the floor just inside the door, snoring. Often next to a puddle of vomit.

After graduation we both got jobs in the research park. Mine was with an engineering company, so I needed to travel from time to time. Hers was with a biotech company.

Everything was fine till the first Friday. She did not come home. Then about 1 in the morning, three guys dropped her off at our condo, passed out. I managed to get her into the bathroom before she puked all over her clothes. I got them off, and got her into the shower. I washed her off, and got her into bed, rinsed her clothes off and put them in the laundry. Her panties were full of cum. Saturday morning, she was hung over. Badly hung over, and she could not remember anything after they opened the first bottle of whisky. She did remember that they brought out three bottles.

We had a long talk, and she agreed that she would leave before the drinking started. But next Friday same thing. Same three guys. I was pretty sure they had fucked her and maybe others had as well.

Week three I drove her to work on Friday and said I would pick her up at 5. When I got there, it was clear that the party was in full swing. I asked for her, and was told she was in the lab, "with the guys". I was not allowed back there but someone was sent to fetch her. It took quite a while, and I was getting upset when the three guys came through with her, and helped me get her into the car. It was also clear that whoever had dressed her did a sloppy rushed job.

It took a few weeks before I determined that the bottles came out at 3. And when I showed up at three, she was still somewhat in control, she could walk without too much help and was thrilled to see me. A group of about 8 guys came out to say goodbye and kiss her and grope her, in front of me.

Within a couple more weeks they just sent her out after her first drink. I told my boss that I had to collect her at 3 and I could not be out of town on a Friday night. He wasn't thrilled, and the jobs I got assigned were the scut jobs from then on. But at least I could be there for her.

She still denied that anything could be going on. These were her coworkers and they were really nice to her. They would never do anything like that. I couldn't say that she was cheating on me, because she did not remember any of it. She definitely was in no condition to consent when she'd had a drink.

Christmas is coming and she comes home with an announcement about a Christmas party to be held at the big boss's house. There would be an open bar, and everyone should bring someone.

The big boss clearly was making big bank. The house was huge in a really posh neighborhood. We were introduced to the management team, but everyone else was up to me to find out who they were. The house was big, but I figured there must be close to 200 people.

I got our first drinks, ginger ale for her and coke for me. At some point someone replaced our drinks, and a while later I noticed she was drunk. Someone had slipped her an alcoholic drink. I took her drink and tasted it, and it was more whisky than ginger ale. I got her a new one, but by the time I got back to her she had another drink, and had finished about half of it, she was approaching blackout drunk.

Then there was a distinct effort to separate us. I caught her twice being led off by a guy and retrieved her. Then I just caught this sight of her skirt at the top of the stairs, and she was gone. It took me several minutes to make my way through what seemed like an organized attempt to prevent me from getting to the stairs. Then I was faced with a long hallway. I opened the first door, and there were two couples naked on the bed fucking doggy. Not her. I closed the door.

I stopped myself. Just rescuing her would not solve the problem. I needed proof that she could not deny. I got out my phone and put it in movie mode. Then tried the next room. Three guys and two girls. Not her. The fourth room I recognized one of the guys, and slipped in quietly. Nobody even glanced my way, they were all focused on her. Moved over to the closet and slipped in. The door had slats so I could see out. I fiddled with my camera, no light, I did not need it they had the room lights on. Then set it up. I could hear her protesting. "No, I don't want this. Give me back my clothes." Her speech was badly slurred by the alcohol. It took a couple of minutes then someone pulled out her panties and there was a general woo hoo. I got a good view and it was definitely her. She already had lost her top and bra, the panties were now off, and a moment later her skirt came off. I could see clearly that she was laying on the bed naked. She was protesting that they were being too rough, and she tried to sit up. "Stop it, I am happily married and won't cheat on my husband. Give me back my clothes." You really had to listen to understand what she was saying, her speech was so slurred.

One of the three ring leaders as I thought of them, dropped his pants, pushed her onto her back and rammed his cock into her pussy. She shrieked. Then she wrapped her legs around him and said "I'm married, you can't do this to me." He started pumping. One of the guys climbed up on the bed and started kissing her while another started sucking on her breast. Everyone else just stood around and watched. Sometimes they blocked my view, but they milled around and I could generally see what was happening.

A guy got up and shoved his cock in her mouth. Another guy pulls him back. "Careful, when she cums she has quite a bite. The first guy to find that out made a trip to the hospital to deal with the bleeding. God knows how he explained it to his wife." He backed off. Oral with her while she is drunk apparently has its risks.

Suddenly she started bucking as she came, and she shrieked again. She curls up and you can see her grinding her teeth together. Then another shriek as she bucks a bunch more. The door opened and someone poked their head in. Then a moment later two more guys came in. One asked. "Has anyone seen her husband? He was headed this way a while ago." Nobody had seen me. "OK, I am going to go find him and see if I can get him out into the back yard. We don't want him showing up here." He left.

The first guy came, and someone else took his place. Once again, she protested. "I can't be doing this, I'm married."

He started pounding her pussy. "Don't worry, you won't remember a thing tomorrow. You can tell your husband that nothing happened." I got a good shot of his face, for later identification.

I counted eight guys had fucked her and she had orgasmed five times, when they decided to turn her over, and do doggy for a while. Some of the guys left and some more appeared. She started sobering up a bit, so someone got her another drink. She chugged it back and laughed. By this point she had forgotten that she was married and was well into enjoying being fucked. One of the guys laid down and they positioned her cowgirl on him. She flopped forward as soon as they let go of her. That exposed to her ass, and one after another four guys took the anal position in a DP. Cum was pouring out of her ass when the guy on the bottom finally came. She came twice during the DP's.

They rolled her over onto her back, spread her legs and took turns. She was finally fully passed out. The guys who had been looking for me came back. "No sign of him. Are you sure he has not poked his head in here?"

"Positive. He would have been screaming bloody murder if he had. Or I would have if I was him."

The team searching for me dropped their pants and took turns in her. The bed cover is wet with the cum draining out of her.

My phone is running low on battery, I check the time, and I have been here in the closet for two hours. I am looking for an opportunity to leave, but at the beginning everyone had been focused on her, now there was a lot more milling around. Two guys leaned on the closet door and discussed how she was the best fuck to have ever worked at the company. They then laughed because she never seemed to remember fucking everyone. They thought I must be a real dork to let her out to get fucked.

My phone finally dies. I put it back in my pocket, then over the next hour everyone leaves the room. I check my watch when the last guy left, three and a half hours of gangbang. I came out of the closet and gather up her clothes. She is still passed out. I was getting her dressed when someone came in. It was the first guy. "Oh shit, what happened in here?"

"I bet you know."

He looked at me. "Nothing to do with me, I was out in the yard all evening." I ignored him, finished getting her dressed and then I let him help me get her downstairs and into the car.

Saturday afternoon, she was starting to feel a bit better. Then I showed her the video. She was silent through the full video. "Why didn't you stop them?"

"First, you had to see this to believe that they have been abusing you. Second, I am one guy there was seldom fewer than four of them at a time. I could hardly stop anything. As soon as they left you alone, I got you dressed and out of there."

"I wish I could remember it. It looked like I was enjoying most of it. If you are going to get fucked it would be nice to enjoy it, and remember it. I seem to have had lots of orgasms. I really like having orgasms."

Monday morning, I called in sick. We visited a lawyer then took the video to the boss who's house it took place at. By midafternoon, we had a $500,000 settlement offer. We turned it down. By Tuesday afternoon the offer was $1,000,000 plus termination of every man who was in the video. We signed the NDA and took the money. Our lawyer kept a copy of the video, just in case.

We were sitting with our lawyers at the end. Morgan commented. "Easiest million I ever made, I just wish I remembered some of it. I now believe that this has been happening to me from time to time." She reached over and took my hand. "I am sorry I never believed you when you said that they dropped me off home blackout drunk and well fucked. I thought they were my friends. There were a lot of things I could not explain. I just tried to ignore them."

The lawyer said "OK, the NDA says we cannot identify the company. It does not say we cannot go after the men. Do I have your permission to bankrupt every one of them, and ruin their marriages at least for the married ones? Maybe send a few to jail? The video provides ample evidence."

Morgan leaned back, smiled and stretched. "That sounds like fun. It's my turn to do the fucking."