1. Charlie's Wife


    Date: 7/16/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Drug, Job / Office Sex, Older, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Author: Drew_Peacock, Source: sexstories.com

    Charlie's Wife For the last 10 years I have worked with Charlie. He is a small unassuming man, in his fifties, nice to everyone he meets, goes to church on Sunday's, works hard the rest the week. Basically the kind of guy with no enemies. A couple years ago his wife got a job with the company as a secretary, her name is Marsha. She is also in her fifties, and she's a GILF. She is taller than her husband, around 5'10", has a great figure, though a bit on the thin side with small breasts, had always guessed between an A and B cup, and as it turned out I was right. She has long straight brown hair and hazel eyes. Charlie and Marsha are an almost perfect match I would say, since Marsha is every bit as nice as Charlie. The one difference is that you could tell that Marsha could really cut loose if given the opportunity. From what I had heard she could drink quite a few of the guys at work under the table. No one really knew for sure but there is always talk around here, and it is usually not far from the mark. I had to add this one to my collection. The opportunity came at a company dinner. Most of us were going and all I had to do was bide my time, make the rounds! Pretend like I was there doing what the rest the idiots were doing. It was pretty easy to keep an eye on the happy couple to see when they were ready to leave. Around 11:00 I noticed them making the rounds saying their goodbyes so I brought them both a drink when they were about halfway around the room. Both drinks had ...
    been spiked with Rohypnol. They gladly accepted and drank them, and as I walked to the door with them, I noticed Charlie was already quite buzzed and I offered to take them home. Charlie said they had already called for a taxi and as I walked them out the car was there waiting for them. I walked to my car and was able to follow the taxi from a block or so away. As they pulled up at there house 30 minutes later I drove past and parked around the corner. I was walking back towards the house as the taxi turned the opposite way, ensuring there were no witnesses, just in case something went wrong. There house was a typical modern cookie cutter, in a subdivision that no longer gave a shit what their neighbors did. Another stroke of good luck. This is a great time in America for people like me. I walked right up to the front door, which was open, and let myself in, locking the door and deadbolt behind me. This is a nice house I muttered to myself, taking my time and looking at the pictures of their children and grandchildren on the wall. I stopped at a photo that looked like a younger pretty version of Marsha. I'd have to remember to visit her daughter sometime. As I approached the bedroom I was granted a beautiful sight. Marsha and Chuck had evidently both passed out as they were getting ready to have a little geriatric, boring, missionary sex! She laid on the bed with her legs splayed wide open and her dress up around her waist. While he lay on the floor his glasses a couple feet ...
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