Roofie Coladas Ch. 04

There are things that take your breath away when you experience them. The crescendo of a moving orchestra piece. A memorable performance in a movie. Your child's birth. Those are all great, incredible moments.

At this particular time and place, though, the warm lips and tongue that were wrapped around my cock blew any of those away.

I'd been dozing in the early morning (the perks of being a full time writer) faintly registering hearing my wife get up and start the shower. I stretched without opening my eyes, being familiar with her morning routine, which would take her across multiple parts of the body, tweezing eyebrows, popping (mostly imaginary) pimples on her face and shaving her legs and other interesting areas, and I knew that she would spend the next hour or so in the bathroom. I stretched out a bit in our king sized bed, unabashedly enjoying the space and promptly fell back asleep.

I don't know how much time I dozed but I don't think it was very long. I felt rustling under the covers and a hand that began to snake up my naked leg.

Ah yes, I sleep naked often. Not always, but during the summer, it's kind of nice. Feel the breeze on my balls, if you will. We usually sleep with an open window so we get a nice draft.

Last night my wife had been exhausted from a PTA meeting that I had managed to get out of by pretending I didn't remember and had to work, and had gone straight to bed. I had climbed in naked after her just in case she was up for some sexy times, which she usually is, but by the time I had taken a quick shower and gotten under the sheets she was snoring softly.

Nonplussed, I slept naked anyway. There have been enough times when she gets up in the middle of the night, or we rub against each other that leads to ad-hoc fornication and I'm always up for delving into her pussy.

Alas, I'd slept through the night, but the saliva-coated attention my dick was getting now made me think that perhaps she'd been up for a morning quickie before shower and work. It was sometimes weird, because her face would be all puffy from messing with it and dabbing creams here and there, but I actually pretended that she was my captive those times, and I'd had to "rough her up" so she behaved. It really didn't matter much to me, she was so beautiful I'd fuck her anyway I could.

Back to the matter at hand though, I smiled and stretched again, careful not to get too relaxed (lest a morning fart escape, which is totally not cool) as I felt her begin to bob her head up and down beneath the sheets, feeling the exquisite pressure and warm wetness of her mouth on my shaft. Of course, being early morning my boner was raring to go and I heard muffled choking sounds that matched my penis' tonsillar excursions near the back of her throat.

I kept enjoying the moment, glorying in how she was jerking me off into her mouth. I was going to cum pretty soon, I was sure. She'd gotten so good at sucking dick. Amazing that just a few years earlier she'd been so reluctant.

Opening my eyes a tad I noticed two things, both of them doors, particularly their positions.

Our bedroom door was slightly ajar, which was weird. We had taken to locking it at night a while back. The other was the bathroom door, which was closed. Usually it's the other way around.

The shower was still running, which was normal, given that the noise usually was enough to mask the sex sounds in the quiet hours of the morning, but my wife usually left the bathroom door open when she jumped my dick. The bedroom door being open also really didn't square with me.

What...?

I was a little distracted, of course, not thinking things very clearly, given the pleasure that was being sucked out of me, and I sure as hell wasn't going to stop the blowjob, but I reached down beneath the covers to grab my wife's hair.

I grabber a silky mass that was entirely too short to belong to my wife.

Even though I was engorged and being expertly blown, I immediately tensed up. My hand tightening on Sarah's hair and sitting up, pushing the blankets off her, revealing my sister in law in a skimpy white cotton nightie kneeling on my bed, streams of saliva dripping from her lips and hand as I unceremoniously pulled her face off my dick. She was looking at me with a devilish expression and even through my panic, the sight of her, her bare legs and drool strands extending from my glistening prick to her mouth and chin were intoxicating.

"What are you doing?" I whispered furiously. Well, half-heartedly.

Ok, there was a catch in my throat.

Sarah just smiled, not minding that I was pulling on her hair and cooed.

"Oh come on, baby. We don't get enough playtime as it is." She grasped my hand with both of hers and I let go of her hair. She brought up my fingers up to her mouth and slid my ring finger between her lips. She swirled her tongue around it. My dick jerked with pleasure at the sight and feeling, probably cursing me in dick-language: "That could be ME you piece of shit!"

Sarah slipped my finger out her mouth and grabbed my dick again, started to stroke it.

"He wants me, doesn't he? Come on, babe, I know you guys didn't fuck last night..." She made a pouty face. "It's really mean of you to not make time for me... hurry, before she comes out... "

Holy fuck. Ok. Maybe I should explain.

Sorry for the half mast, so to speak. But I figure you need some more background info on the situation. It's been about a month since we last spoke and things have... changed... to say the least.

Let's go back three weeks more or less...

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I tried to avoid Sarah for the rest of the day.

I had to wrap my head around what had happened. I was in complete and utter shock.

A spur of the moment act, taking advantage of her drunkenness to rape her again, and a rushed ad-hoc cleanup plan had worked, for the most part. I say rape, but those who read my previous account are my witnesses, it was half-rape at best. The only part that was anything close to rape was the fact that she was unconscious, which is not cool, I know, but this is the 4th chapter fucker so you gotta get off on this shit in some way, eh? Admit it, embrace it. Exorcise those demons through my experiences.

I went over the details of the night before as I headed out for an impromptu meeting with my agent. That's what I told my wife and her sister at least, as I nervously went upstairs, got dressed and headed as fast as I could out of the house.

I'd been right smack in the middle of planning my follow up roofie colada date for Sarah when she'd shown up last night drunk off her ass, rambling and crying about how miserable and horny she was and through no fault of my own (seriously!) she'd grabbed my dick. Yes, I didn't stop her. Yes, I let her suck my dick and give me one of the most astounding sexual experiences in my life, but as far as she knew that was where it had stopped.

I'd carried her to her room, and left here there. That's what she said she remembered. That's how I was framed right now: The good, stand-up guy who'd been too weak to resist his sister in law's seduction, but who had stopped short of fucking her.

Of course, I HAD fucked her.

She'd been begging me for it, and I don't mean in a rapey "she was asking for it" kind of way, she literally said that she wanted to fuck me ever since I started writing smut. When I dropped her on her bed she'd taken off her panties by herself (for the most part) and pointed her succulent ass my way. A clearer invitation couldn't be had.

That I'd fucked her and cum inside her again, then slipped her drugged dildo (roofie dildada?) and kept fucking her once she was unconscious, well... does that count as rape? Probably. Let's not get into pretending that I'm on any sort of moral high ground here, semantics are for assholes. I raped her again, plain and simple.

I'd done my best with what I had to clean up, and on the surface it looked like I'd gotten away with it again, except... Sarah remembered everything except us fucking. She remembered grabbing my dick. She remembered sucking me off, and she remembered me spewing my load in her mouth.

She'd said as much when I saw her the next morning, but... she'd waited until we were alone, which gave me hope that maybe she wasn't going to fuck my life up completely by telling her sister. Also that and the fact that she'd been clearly turned on when I held her, consoling her, this morning. And that fucking smile she gave me.

Holy shit, was this real?

Now, let's be straight here. This scenario sounds like the perfect get up, but I honestly don't know if I have the balls for it. I mean, yeah, could I be living with two sisters and fuck them both? Without one knowing? The one I was married to? Could the other sister, the one I cheated with, really be satisfied with being a fuck buddy?

All I knew about Sarah, or that I thought I knew, was being challenged. Never in a million years would I have bet that I'd find myself in this situation.

I drove aimlessly for hours. I stopped at a bar around noon and had a greasy burger and fries with a straight up scotch. My wife left me a message, asking if I would take the kids to the water park later, she wanted to go the spa with Amber and Sarah. I thought it was the perfect opportunity to keep avoiding Sarah while my thoughts settled. I told her I'd be back in about an hour and to have them ready.

Eventually I headed back home and honked the horn. I didn't go get a bathing suit or anything because I wasn't really in the mood for water fun and games. I figured that watching Kaylee while my kids roamed their favorite hangout would be distraction enough to let me clear my head.

It all went to shit, of course, when Sarah came out with the kids and got into the front seat next to me.

I was struck silent.

I swear that I saw her exit the house in slow motion, a breezy light blue sundress around her tight, small frame, flip-flops and a wide brimmed hat that she took off as she got in the car. Her hair was blown into my face by the breeze and I got a whiff of some of the floral essences I had poured on her unconscious body the night before to make it look like she'd been drunk and slipped in the shower.

She was wearing large sunglasses that hid her eyes, but she was smiling coyly.

"Didn't feel much like going to the spa today. Thought some sun might do me some good."

I was still struck dumb. I didn't know what to say. My mind was throwing up errors again, skipping the needle, rough terrain, turbulence ahead. I only managed to nod stupidly.

When the kids were finished piling into the back and my son had gotten Kaylee (my daughter with Sarah, who was publicly my niece) into her car seat, I went to back up out of the driveway and since my mind was numb, and on automatic pilot, I turned around to reverse and placed my hand on the passenger side seat. Sarah was staring straight ahead, but she dropped down in the seat so that the back of her head trapped my hand against the seat.

I froze again.

Sarah turned to me. "What's the hold-up, daddy-o?"

I don't know what the fuck was happening. I'm halfway aroused by the glimpse of cleavage I see through the sundress, her lips that are curved into a lazy smile but I'm halfway to shitting my pants as well.

Could she really be ok with this?

I drove on automatic pilot all the way to the water park. My mind churning. Sarah put on some music, thankfully, leaning forward and freeing my hand so I didn't drive around like I was a kid with my girlfriend for thirty minutes. The kids were raucous in the back and Kaylee cried over something at some point but I didn't even register them.

Maybe I was overthinking this.

Since Sarah only thought that I'd let her suck my dick, and that then she'd gone to bed and masturbated with that monster dildo of hers, maybe she thought it wasn't so bad. Sure, it was absolutely cheating on her sister, but the way she'd phrased it that morning had been all about "comforting" her. I'd "been there" for her when she was at her lowest.

Maybe this could really be this onetime thing that happened, and would remain a secret. Maybe by having that secret moment of sexual tension released, it satisfied her loneliness and we could move on as if nothing had happened.

I couldn't help but feel a little sad about that, I must admit.

But I forced myself towards that solution. It had to be this way. Fantasy scenarios where I could start having a relationship with Sarah on the side and still keep my marriage intact belong in erotic porn story sites, not real life.

Still, I'd be lying if I didn't admit that there was a part of me, devious and insidious, that wished for that desperately.

Could you imagine? Fucking Sarah consciously? (Her, I mean) Having this incredibly naughty and taboo secret between us? Sneaking around and fucking at night? Maybe... maybe... maybe... stop it!

I mentally kicked myself. I was NOT going to get myself all worked up over the faintest of possibilities. Sarah was great, yes. I wanted to fuck her, but in the end I love my wife. I know it sounds weird, but if there's one truth that was at my core, and I knew to be inviolable is that I would never, ever want to live without my wife. Sarah was an infatuation, pure lust, and I cared for her, but I sure as hell didn't feel about her like I did about her sister.

I resolved that if push came to shove, I would have to tell Sarah that it was a onetime thing and it couldn't happen again. Just thinking about it made me queasy, though, so I was glad when we arrived at the water park.

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Waterville was a big hit in the 80's. Heated wave pool, a dozen slides and a lazy river, but it had fallen on hard times in the late 90's and early 00's and had actually been closed for part of a decade. Some big investor had shown up about two years back, having bought the land around it and turned it into a swanky country club, and purchased the park and repurposed it, updated some of the slides, and given it a higher end feel. As part of the renovation, it had of course been closed off to the public. The plebes could no longer attend because it was tied to your membership at the country club.

I didn't play golf for shit, but I had 2.5 kids who loved the water (despite having a pool at our house), and being a semi-famous writer I had the dough to get a membership to the place.

It was funny as hell, though, because it felt a bit like Caddyshack. Most people around town knew what I did for a living, and their waspy, up-turned noses weren't too happy that a "smut peddler" (I've been called worse) was a member. Fuck them up the ass with a nine iron, really.

The joy of it was that since I didn't give a fuck that nobody wanted to socialize with me, whenever we went to the water park most families would shy away and eventually leave. You would be concerned for my children, being the offspring of a local pariah, but they actually looked forward to having the waterpark mostly to themselves.

My kids rock. Aside from both having inherited their mother's good looks, my son had my build and was getting to be as tall as me, I hope he got taller, actually, I'm about average height. I heard he was already a hit with the ladies, and he wasn't even fifteen yet. My daughter (the official one) was on her way to being a stunner, and I'm pretty sure I'd have to start polishing my guns (figuratively) pretty soon. Any boys who came knocking would have to be pretty special to pass muster, yessiree.

Kaylee, my niece was a bundle of joy and awesomeness 90% of the time, and I pretty much acted like her father anyway (which I was!), so the idea of looking after her for several hours by myself in the park hadn't been scary or annoying at all.

Having her mother along, my dear first victim and now drunken sucker of dick, was another thing.

It was already apparently a slow day, only a couple of families seemed to be in the small park, but as soon as we got in and set up by the pool (it was no longer a wave pool, but still very large and cool) I saw one couple usher their whining kids off to the opposite side, casting dark looks my way.

Looks like we had the run of the place, it seemed. Normally that would've been awesome, but that meant that I would have no distractions from Sarah.

She was a vision. A god. Damned. Vision.

My kids just stripped to bathing suits and headed for the remaining three slides immediately. Sarah and I were left to our own devices by the huge pool, me carrying Kaylee sort of like a shield between us. Our daughter.

Sarah seemed to be ignoring me for the moment. She kicked off her flip-flops and bent down to grab the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head, her back to me, so I got a delicious view of her ass as she disrobed. She was wearing a two piece, which I didn't know she'd started wearing again. She'd been sort of self-conscious about her body after the pregnancy, but like my wife, she'd put in the work and dedication and it had paid off in dividends.

She was fucking stunning. I had of course admired her the previous night but I hadn't really appreciated how fit she'd gotten, I was too busy fucking her unconscious body and afterwards cleaning up.

Her legs had always been amazing, but any hint of extra weight about her hips had been lunged and crunched away. Her ass was firm and round as she bent over to fold the dress and put it into her bag. Her belly was taut and firm, and only the barest hint of stretch marks showed. I was sure that I saw the outlines of a six-pack as she twisted. Her breasts had been small, yet perfect for her body, like my wife's (they both had small frames) but apparently they hadn't gone back to their original size. She looked to be about 2 full cup sizes larger than she'd been before I knocked her up.

Her bathing suit top was doing some interesting work holding them up, in fact. They were no longer the firm perky mounds that they'd been, but they still looked great. Good enough to eat. Or suck on. They weren't Amber's Jugs, but they were very, very nice. Especially when combined with the entire package. She was, as I've said before, lust incarnate.

Turning towards me, she held out her arms for Kaylee and I realized I'd been staring at her rack for about five seconds too long. I turned my eyes away and passed her over before realizing that without her I didn't really have anything to do.

"Why don't you go change?" Sarah asked. She sat down on the long chair, dealing with Kaylee's fussing as she changed her and left her in the cutest little one piece.

"I ... uh... didn't bring a suit, actually." I shrugged.

Sarah "tsk-ed" and pointed to her bag.

"I brought you one, silly."

Of course you did. Thanks for fucking with my brain, woman!

I mumbled a thank you as I dug around for the suit and headed to the changing rooms. Once inside I changed slowly. Drawing it out as much as possible without being ridiculous about it.

What was she doing here? Did she just want to talk? What was she going to say?

There was no sense in dragging it out, though. So I headed back out to the pool. At least it was a nice day outside, the long summer days meant that we'd have light until well past seven, and the kids wouldn't get tired until then. I figured I'd try to enjoy myself, if I could.

I sat down in the long chair next to Sarah and made "come here" arms at Kaylee. She giggled and threw herself in my direction. Sarah giggled as well.

As she passed her over to me she casually spoke "So how could you pass up fucking me last night?"

I almost dropped Kaylee.

I didn't, don't worry.