MONDAY NIGHT, LATER
I woke up groggy, remembering that I had been drugged. Or mostly drugged. I think I shortchanged Em by 95%, by spitting most of it back into the glass. I had made it back to the bedroom without passing out in the office or hallway, which was good.
Oh, and the fucking text from my father-in-law.
I looked around the room. Em was not in our bed. The bedroom door was closed but I could see a dim light coming from under it. I tried to get up and out of bed. I was pretty shaky on my legs, so I had to hold onto the bed table and dresser to move around the room. I quietly opened the bedroom door. The hallway light was off but I could see a light on in the living room, downstairs. I could hear voices. Or at least a voice.
I moved down the hallway and to the landing that overlooked the living room. The living room was dark, except for a reading lamp that was on, next to a living room chair. Em was sitting in the chair. It looked like she was only wearing one of her oversized white concert shirts. She had worn it so many times it was now being used as a nightshirt. It was threadbare and almost sheer, in some places. I could see her dark nipples, which were hard and jutting out of her shirt. Her long legs were stretched out and her feet were on the floor. She was on the phone with someone.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, dad. You saved the day! I was getting nowhere with him and you knew just what to do. I know no one can say no to you, that is for sure! I owe you one."
I could not hear what her dad was saying, just that he was talking.
"What? There is no way I can do that, dad. No way. .... I know he's a hard sleeper and I had him drink that whiskey with the drops, but what if he wakes up? How do I explain that?"
I could hear her dad responding. Em's legs started shaking nervously. I knew whatever her dad wanted, whatever he was pleading with her to do, she would do. She eventually gives in to him. She always does.
"Okay, okay. Give me a few minutes, dad, to get set up. I am going to mute you for a minute."
Em got up from the chair and turned off the light. I could see her moving about in the living room and head towards the stairs. I froze for a second, then realized I had better get moving. I quietly headed for the bedroom and got under the sheets. Shit, I forgot to shut the door. I could hear Em's footsteps on the stairs, getting closer. I shut my eyes, mostly, and pretended to be passed out. I could still see, enough.
Em paused at the door. She looked puzzled. She opened the door wider and stepped into our bedroom. She walked over to the brown leather chair in the corner of the room and sat down. She then grabbed the oversized gooseneck reading lamp and bent it down so that it was in front of the chair, the top part, almost horizontally. Em reached in the drawer of the table next to her and pulled something out. She attached it to the gooseneck and then attached her phone. It was some type of phone mount. I had never noticed it in the drawer before. The phone was so bright, I could easily see her. She pushed on her phone a couple of times and the light from the phone flickered.
"Hey dad, can you see me? I'm here. Yes, in the bedroom," she said quietly. "I can see your naked body, dad."
"You look great, Em. This is going to be so hot. I really miss you already and can't wait to see you on Thursday." I could now hear her dad's voice clearly. "I might even have a surprise for you. Better than the one you gave me."
"Not so loud, dad. I think this is a really bad idea. There is no way he is not going to catch us this time."
It appeared that she was on a video chat with her dad, now. I could not see him or the screen but Em glowed in the light of the phone. She was about 15 to 20 feet from me.
"Trust me, Em. You know those drops work every time. Especially when you mix them with a little alcohol. There is no way he is going to wake up. Has he ever woken up before?"
"I know, I know dad, but this is way more of a risk. He is laying right over there."
Em pointed in my direction, the lump on our bed.
"Even hotter, Em," he said a lot quieter.
Em sat silently for a few minutes. She looked like she was contemplating something. Again, with that far off look. Her dad didn't say a thing. Then she looked straight into the phone and at her dad.
Without saying anything, she slowly started rubbing each of her nipples through her thin white shirt with her fingers. Gently, lightly, at first. She let out a quiet moan. Her legs were parted, slightly, and her oversized t-shirt rode up on her a bit. She started pinching her nipples and moaned a little louder. Em kept her eyes on her dad the whole time.
"Ummmmmm....ummmmmmm," Em moaned as she continued to play with her nipples. It appeared that she was pinching them really hard.
Sweat formed above her brows and on her neck. Her feet nervously shook. She moved one hand to her own neck and caressed it, massaged it while the other hand twisted her nipple.
My cock was rock hard, watching my wife start to pleasure herself to her dad, but not knowing that I was watching. I could not risk moving a bit. So I squeezed my thighs together, with my balls between them. My cock felt good. I think I could cum this way. This time.
Em moved her hand from her neck to her face, then her lips. She ran her fingers all around her lips and then slowly stuck out her long tongue. She was dripping saliva from her mouth and it ran down her face to her jaw. Some of it dripped onto her white shirt. She continued to sweat and her shirt started getting see-through. Her dark nipples stood out against the now wet, white shirt. Em kept staring straight at her father.
I could hear him moan over the video chat quietly, then heard the soft sound of him stroking himself. Em didn't smile or glance approvingly. She was focused on her own pleasure and putting on a show for her dad (and me, unknowingly).
Em made out with her fingers and her face, neck and shirt got wetter from her dripping saliva. Her fingers were now wet and slippery.
