The Investment Opportunity

I never knew that a single night could demolish my stable marriage of nearly 30 years and lead me to do things with another man that I could never have imagined. Some of it would occur with the full knowledge of my husband but he would be helpless to intervene and stop of any of it. He would be forced to watch and listen while I underwent sexual humiliation at the hands of a man and woman we once trusted. And worst of all, I would often find myself wanting the very degradation being inflicted on me.

Our ordeal would begin innocently enough.

“I can’t wait to hear the news about David’s latest medical miracle.”

Roger was excited about yet another investment opportunity for clients at his financial management firm.

And Roger had long been David’s sole financial advisor, helping him to build the wealth he now managed. SEC and his firm’s ethics rules forbid direct gifts from a client to a partner. But David never hesitated to write glowing letters each year to the partnership committee enumerating Roger’s expertise and success on his behalf. Generous yearly bonuses often followed, adding to our wealth.

And occasionally Dave offered advice on medical and scientific advances to look out for the future, and some to avoid like the plague. It was no exaggeration to say that Dave had helped Roger and I to enjoy a life of wealth and no small amount of privilege from his referrals and advice.

David had been even more successful than Roger in many respects, going onto medical school while Roger attended business school. Dave graduated near the top of his med school class, completed a successful residency at his first choice institution and was now well-established in our city as a highly regarded OB/GYN.

He had even found the time and energy to go back to school to earn another degree in pharmacology which opened up even more avenues for him through a partnership with a large, well known drug manufacturer. He has helped with research and trials for medications related to reproductive health for men and women that have proven successful in both medical and financial terms.

“I’m more than a little bit intrigued myself,” I replied. All I knew was that it was a new drug to replace traditional Hormone Replacement Therapy for women going through menopause. I was still a few years away from that ‘change of life’ but my family history indicated early menopause for most of the women in my family. Anything that might someday help women through that phase was worth hearing more about.

I’ve valued physical fitness since my days as a college track athlete and have been proud to maintain a high level of fitness through marriage, work and childbirth to the present day. With our grown children now in college I had time to pursue my career as a personal trainer with a high degree of success, including a thriving online business with thousands of subscribing viewers and well supported by advertisers. Any drug that might allow me to continue doing what I loved would be appreciated.

Roger and I have enjoyed a satisfying sex life together, the only downside in recent years has been lack of frequency, at least from my perspective. I don’t think it’s a lack of desire for either of us, just the result of our busy schedules. But at least when we do find the time it’s always good. Having a drug with fewer side effects that would sustain my libido for a few more good years with Roger was another consideration.

“You look MAH-velous Olivia,” Roger remarked as I dressed for our dinner with David. “Love that nice tight blouse and the pearls. Maybe you should open one more button so we can all see where those pearls disappear to.” I struggled into my black skirt, a bit too tight, and Roger zipped it up the back for me. My black thigh high hose completed my look and I was satisfied as I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror.

He made no secret of his love for my cleavage but I didn’t need any more attention than I already got from David and his somewhat strange partner/research assistant, Ludmilla, who had been living with him for the last few years. David tended to look at my breasts enough as it was.

“I wonder what the lovely Ludmilla will be wearing tonight?” David wondered out loud.

Russian born, Ludmilla was a 40-something, striking blue-eye blonde who stood a good one or two inches taller than the three of us, with long legs that seemed to go on for ever. And those legs were obviously toned and muscular. My trained eye told me she was a woman who trained rigorously nearly every day and must have been a serious athlete at one time.

We were never sure exactly how David and Ludmilla ended up together, but at least he was now very happy in life. His success had come at a cost–bitter divorce from his wife after 12 years of marriage, estrangement from the three children of that marriage and the inability to establish long term romantic relationships for too many years. We had made sure to include him in our invitations for social occasions at every opportunity after his divorce. We always made sure to invite eligible women of his age and professional level without being too obvious about playing ‘matchmaker’, but those efforts never paid off.

We remained good friends with his ex-wife as well and always made sure not to invite both of them to the same event to avoid a nasty scene, but I sometimes got the feeling that he regarded any contact by us with his ex as some form of personal betrayal.

Our hosts greeted us warmly at the door and invited us in. Roger couldn’t help noticing how the buttons of Ludmilla’s satin blouse strained to hold in her marvelous breasts. I could hardly blame him since I had to steal a momentary glance myself. For all her natural beauty she seemed to maintain an unsmiling countenance. I couldn’t help thinking that with a wardrobe change into a black leather bustier, fishnet stockings and holding a short riding crop she would make the perfect dominatrix in a BDSM video. If I had known how close my imagination actually was to reality I never would have stepped in the door that night.

The evening started pleasantly enough as we sat at the dinner table with wine and hors d’oeuvres.

“So tell us about this new wonder drug,” Roger asked.

“Wonder drug is right. I guess you could refer to it as an HRT replacement for women. It is really geared for peri-menopausal to post-menopausal women, which you know is one area I specialize in my practice. We’ve been looking for something to replace traditional hormone replacement therapy and it’s attendant risks of endometrial cancer, blood clots and stroke for many women. We really think this may be it.” Just what I wanted to hear.

“It has definitely shown great success in trials already and I think approval is only a matter of time, once issues surrounding some minor side effects are resolved however.”

“Is it serious? An adverse reaction of some sort?” Asked Roger.

“No, no. Nothing serious or adverse. In fact one might say they are actually positive side effects. We found that the women in our trials reported both a somewhat elevated libido and possible heightened orgasmic response during intercourse.”

Roger and I exchanged sly glances. Sounds like nice side effects. And definitely increases the investment potential for the drug. Replacing HRT and getting a boost to one’s sex life seemed like a win-win.

“Naturally we expanded our trial to include laboratory testing to confirm what had been reported anecdotally. Elevated libido does not lend itself to lab measurements, but orgasmic response can be measured quite effectively and accurately. And certainly videotaped for review.”

Whoa. Couples copulating hooked up to electrodes? Videotaped? Lab geeks watching behind a two-way mirror? A dream come true for voyeurs and exhibitionists alike. I felt a bit stimulated thinking about the possibility. I’ve never actually played out any exhibitionist scenario or had the opportunity to be the voyeur as someone else engaged in sex. But the thought of acting out either one of these possibilities was getting my motor running.

“So did your testing confirm the initial information?” Roger asked.

“Oh yes. There was a measurable difference in lab results in everything from pulse and respiration to vaginal and anal contractions during orgasm when we tested their orgasms before and after ingesting our new medication. This held true when the subjects were tested during their arousal to climax using three different methods. They showed the same increase in orgasmic response when we tested them using self-stimulation, sexual intercourse with a partner, and through mechanical stimulation, with and without the medication.”

“Mechanical stimulation? You mean a vibrator of some sort?” I asked.

“Oh no. Far more sophisticated. A device similar to that used by Masters and Johnson in their groundbreaking research in the sixties. Basically a miniature camera-equipped phallus driven by an electric motor. Our subjects got to choose their own lab test phallus that conformed to their personal preferences in length, girth, shape, curvature, etc. During the test they were in full control of the speed, depth and angle of penetration through an easy to learn, small hand control. By the way, Masters and Johnson nicknamed their machine “Ulysses”. David really had us on the edge of our seats now.

“Ve named our version ‘Ramses’,” Ludmilla deadpanned without hint of a smile. “And of course our 21st century Ramses is light years ahead of the 1960’s-era Ulysses in terms of realism due to dramatic advances in microelectronics, materials technology, and the like. State of the art Hollywood prosthetic artistry created a most realistic array of penises of every shape, size and racial makeup, right down to every bulging vein for our subjects. And the most unique feature of Ramses is the ability to produce an extremely realistic simulation of male ejaculation. A large volume of very warm, hypoallergenic liquid that closely resembles male semen in consistency and aroma. The subject can trigger the ejaculation with her remote at the moment of her choosing or set it to release automatically at a pre-set time or certain number of thrusts, or use a random surprise release. Oh, and of course she can choose the number of pulses to be released into her, as well as the total volume of liquid to be released into her vagina. She can even choose the intensity of the pulses as measured in pounds per square inch of pressure.”

Of course. Who wouldn’t want to control all that? I imagined settings on Ramses ranging from squirt gun to firehose.

“Ve can realistically claim that Ramses is a vast improvement over not only Ulysses, but the actual human penis in terms of sexual performance.” I smell a Nobel Prize in the near future with that last claim by Ludmilla.

For some reason, that turned me on even more. Imagine, lying back and getting banged by the cock of my exact choosing. And this mechanical lover doesn’t have to rely on intuition, guess work or outright verbal instruction to fuck me the way I want. Or not necessarily lying on my back. I would definitely like to have Ramses ram me while on all fours. Or pump up into me while on top. Riding is my favorite when I want to cum reliably.

“So what’s the problem with that kind of side effect David?” Roger was very careful when it came to analyzing potential investments for his firm’s clients.

“None really, when looking at our target audience. The increase in orgasmic response was only slightly elevated and was certainly welcome by the test subjects and their partners.”

“So what could the possible downsides be? It sounds like it’s all good to me.” Roger queried.

“I guess you could call it the possibility of unauthorized `’off label’ use. When used by younger pre-menopausal women the effects are far more dramatic. The drug company insisted on including a sample of younger, non-menopausal women in the testing. A normal precaution and we expected some variation from the norm established by our target sample of older women. We just didn’t know what direction the variation would go to and how far. Turns out the response was higher, much higher. They reported huge increases in sexual desire and libido and dramatic increases in orgasmic response in lab measurements.”

“Oh? Just how dramatic are we talking about?” I was about to ask that myself, but relieved Roger asked before I appeared a bit too interested.

“Several fold. An exponential increase in all the measures in the lab. Through the roof, basically. At one point we were even worried about orgasms so intense that we became concerned about the possibility of triggering cardiac arrythmia, stroke, and even possible damage to blood vessels in the retina.”

“Jesus, David. That sounds pretty damn dangerous. Getting fucked to death or going blind?” Roger would be pretty reluctant to invest in something like that!

“No need to worry, Roger. We totally eliminated any life threatening side effects once proper dosages were determined. The only remaining side effects are the increases in libido and desire and the extremely intense, mind blowing orgasms. But that has still left the drug company’s legal department with some concerns.”

Leave it to lawyers to be concerned with women’s orgasms, I thought. “What concerns could that be?”

“I myself find the idea farfetched, but one lawyer offered the example of a college frat party where a large group of coeds had their drinks spiked with this drug, rather than the more commonly used things like Rohypnol, Ketamine and GHB. Those render their targets unable to resist and may even render them unconscious and unable to recall events after the fact.

This drug would make their targets an active participant in whatever takes place. The women could even appear to be the more aggressive partner in what takes place and there would be no doubt that she was enjoying every moment of what happens whether she consented to any of it or not. With the proliferation of cell phones likely recording everything it would be hard for a prosecutor to make a case for sexual assault and even harder for a jury to convict.”

Wow. That just seemed too wild to imagine without actually seeing this thing in action but I guess we would have to take David’s word for it.

Roger was still intrigued, not just by the financial possibilities but probably visualizing us making use of this drug some day down the road to add some spice to our lovemaking. He really does get off watching me climax.

“So, I’m not sure exactly how to ask you this David, but um, have you had any direct personal experience with this yourself. Outside of the lab I mean?” Roger asked. I was wondering myself. I was trying to imagine the cold, stern Ludmilla suddenly turn into a wild, screaming vixen during sex. Nope, couldn’t see her that way at all. I don’t even think she has an ‘O’ face at all.

David chuckled at the slightly naughty implication of he and Ludmilla using his discovery in their bedroom instead of observing others in a lab. “Ha ha, I know what you’re getting at though, no, not yet. But Ludmilla has had the opportunity to observe our subjects first hand in the lab, haven’t you darling?”

“Yes” she said in her thick Russian accent. “Truly reMARKable. There are possibilities for this medication in uses we haven’t even thought of yet.”

She didn’t crack a smile at all, totally deadpan. I almost laughed at her ability to remain stern and unsmiling while discussing a topic so ripe for obvious humor.

I noticed David seemed a bit distracted this evening, looking at his watch and then glancing at me. I remembered what a meticulous chef he was. He was apparently tracking a special concoction for dinner. I couldn’t detect any aromas wafting their way from the kitchen but I was still anticipating s great meal.

David went on, “But tonight I have arranged for a real world test of the power of this medication that should convince both of you what a great investment opportunity this truly is.”

Just talking about this medication was making me feel horny. I was definitely getting a very warm feeling in my pelvis, as if the blood flow was being dramatically redirected there just thinking about it. Not only that but I could feel my breasts getting very warm and tingly–my nipples were totally engorged and sensitive now. I had to squirm in my seat a little to get comfortable. My pussy was definitely getting wet. I could even tell my clitoris was fully engorged and throbbing. Talk about a placebo effect. If just thinking about the drug could get me turned on, just imagine what it could do if I actually tried it!

I happened to glance at Ludmilla and we made brief eye contact. For the first time that evening I saw a smile cross her lips as she noticed my discomfort.

“What do you mean by a real world test?” asked Roger, becoming even more intrigued now. He didn’t notice my flushed, red face or my squirming. I bit my lower lip and tried not to make a sound, but I could tell my breathing was starting to get a bit rapid.

David continued, “Before we sat down I took the liberty of adding a full dose of the medication to Olivia’s wine glass. It takes about 30 minutes for it to start taking effect.”

He looked directly at me, “So tell me dear, how are you feeling right about now?” while glancing at his watch again.

I could barely look up. Both my hands were squeezed between my quivering legs in a vain attempt to confine the sexual arousal that was already enveloping me. Roger looked at me, finally realizing what was happening, his jaw just dropped.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Just showing you the awesome possibilities of this new venture,” David explained.

“By using my wife as a guinea pig? Why would you even consider such a thing? Have you lost your mind?”

I could understand Roger’s anger, but frankly at this moment I could care less. I just needed to cum so bad I felt like I was going to pass out. If I had been alone I would have stripped naked and started masturbating right on the dining room table. As it was I just wanted to get up, go over to Roger, straddle him and fuck like crazy.

I’ve never been with a woman sexually in my life. But if Ludmilla would come over and eat my pussy I’d hold her head against my crotch with both hands until I came 20 times or she suffocated, which ever came first.

“Why would I do such a thing Roger? You should ask yourself why not? Sure, I’m successful, fulfilled and respected. But I’ve been missing what you have for a long this time. Something I definitely deserve but could not have.”

“Really? And what exactly might that be?” Roger asked, his anger rising visibly and audibly.

“You haven’t figured that out by now? Your wife, Roger, Olivia.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but it made sense. I was so horny and turned on that I would even fuck David in front of Roger and Ludmilla if it would just release me from this pent-up sexual tension. It wasn’t subsiding at all, just growing with every minute.

David went on, “But I would never think of taking Olivia against her will. I want her to desire me just as much as I desire her, more than she ever desired you. I want her to be a willing participant in what I have planned for her this evening.”

Roger got up from his chair, I was sure he was going to beat the living shit out of David right now. But as soon as he stood up he slumped back down into the chair like a collapsed balloon.

“Roger, Roger. Control yourself,” David spoke in a tone dripping with condescension. “I also took the liberty of spiking your wine glass with a muscle relaxant. You’ll notice total weakness and fatigue for several of hours. Don’t waste what little energy you have left with vain efforts at trying to stop what is going to happen to Olivia now.”

David got up from his chair and stood behind me, both hands resting on my shoulders. Oh my God! Just being touched lightly like that was making my heart pound like a sledgehammer. I felt like yelling for him to run his hands down my blouse and hold my engorged, tingling breasts and give them the fondling they were screaming for. It didn’t matter that I thought he was totally crazy right now, I just needed to cum!

Of course I didn’t really want Roger to see any of what might happen soon, but I was beginning to feel like a dam about to burst. In a few minutes I might not care what my husband would see me do.

“After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you treat us?” Roger yelled.

“After all you’ve done for me? What about what I’ve done for you Roger? Are you forgetting about that little dalliance with your office manager that could have derailed your entire career?” David delivered this last bombshell as smugly as possible.

Roger went silent and limp in the chair. I was aghast.

“SHUT UP! You promised!” I had never seen Roger this upset in our entire lives together. For good reason, obviously.

“Impregnating your gorgeous young office manager was quite a mistake Roger. Good thing you knew someone like me for a very discreet abortion as well as professional connections for her relocation, new job and a handsome ‘separation bonus’ for her silence. You were right to confide in me.”

What the fuck? An Affair? Pregnant? Abortion? Payoff? It was like my whole world had just collapsed in that moment. Our marriage was just a big fat, fucking, lie!

I couldn’t look at my husband, just down at the floor. My legs were shaking again. That drug really was working. And now I almost didn’t care. This asshole was demolishing our marriage and all I wanted him to do was bend me over the table, pull up my skirt, rip off my panties and fuck me in front of Roger.

“I think it’s time we took our leave and went upstairs, don’t you agree Olivia? Ludmilla, take care of our guest. I think I can handle his wife on my own.”

With that David took me by the hand and started to lead me from the room. I didn’t need to be dragged kicking and screaming. I needed to be out of sight of my husband as soon as possible before I took matters into my own hands to relieve my pent up sexual tension, whether through self stimulation or just grabbing Ludmilla or David and forcing them to use me.

I don’t know why after all that had just been revealed to me, but as I was being led away I turned to look at Roger and said “Babe, no matter what happens tonight, I love you!”

With trembling lips he called back: “I’m so sorry babe. I’m so sorry. I love you. Don’t worry about anything that happens here tonight. We’ll get through this, believe me, we’ll get through this.” I gulped and almost burst into tears.

With that David led me slowly from the room. I felt a sense of relief that at least Roger wouldn’t have to watch what was going to happen. I didn’t even want to imagine it. I started running through mental coping games in my head to try to deal with what was likely going to happen to me. I assumed we were going to go upstairs to his bedroom, but instead he led me to the basement stairs.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Ludmilla and I have a specially designed play room where I know we’ll be more comfortable. Not only well equipped to meet all of your needs, Olivia, but very soundproof so no one can hear you scream.”

Now I was really freaking out. Fear was mixing with my ramped up libido so my heart was racing out of control. Screams? Well-equipped with what? My imagination was totally out of control. I knew David wanted it that way. He was getting off on my fear.

I started to run through a series of mental coping mechanisms that I thought might get me through this with out losing my mind.

Hadn’t I done my ‘wifely duty’ a number of times when I wasn’t in the mood and Roger was? That wasn’t so bad was it? And this would be pretty much the same, right? Or I could just close my eyes and pretend I was somewhere else, with someone else, right? Every woman has done that once in a while with their spouse or lover, right?

But even after running through those mind games I knew it wouldn’t work. Not with the intense pent up heat and desire that was building up inside me. David opened a heavy steel door and we entered the strangest room I had ever seen outside a porno flick as the heavy door slammed shut and locked behind us.

There was a simple looking, queen size, platform bed in the middle of the room and the which was dimly lit by a single small lamp on a night stand beside the bed. That was some small comfort, I thought. At least I wouldn’t be able to see myself or David very clearly during what ever he had in store for me.

The walls were just unfinished, bare concrete. One wall was taken up with an array of sex toys and bondage items of every size and description: dildos, double dildos, vibrators, strap-ons, chains, handcuffs, and restraints, black leather masks, ball gags, and other things I wasn’t even sure what they were. The dildos, vibrators and strap-ons were carefully arranged in order of size from smallest to largest. There had to be at least 20 of each one. One shelf held boxes of condoms, spermicides and diaphragms of every possible size to fit over any cervix. There were metal attachment points at each corner of the bedframe, obviously to anchor the restraints for someone to be bound hand and foot, in spread eagle fashion on the bed.

The other three walls were adorned with very large flat screen TV’s showing continuous videos of couples, threesomes and foursomes in various forms of copulation. There were heterosexual couples, lesbian couples, gay men, you name it. All naked and nothing left to the imagination. And it was clear all of these videos had been taken right here in this bedroom and none of them seemed to be the least bit self-conscious about being captured on screen. The sound was turned down low but the moans and groans of all the men and women were continuous and every few seconds at least one of the videos would reach a point of climax for one or more of the participants. Large amounts of semen would then be seen ejaculated onto breasts or asses of a partner or into various vaginas, anuses or mouths, only to bee seen running back out of those same orifices in short order due to the copious amounts being released. It was almost too much to take in.

I didn’t recognize any faces, and many had masks on. Could David and Ludmilla be among the any of the masked participants? I couldn’t tell, but at this point nothing would surprise me. And are videos of me going to end up on this bizarre trophy wall as well? There were no cameras present in the room, so that was one ordeal I guess I would be spared.

The sight of all this made my mind reel. Before we entered the room, my imagination had been running wild about what was in store for me tonight. But now the actual possibilities were far worse than my wildest fears. And the worst part was I couldn’t wait to get started. That realization almost made me pass out, it was so overwhelming to admit to myself.

The man that minutes before had blown up the whole fairy tale image of our marriage was the man I wanted desperately to fuck right now. It made my stomach churn and my pussy so hot at the same time I couldn’t believe it.

I came up with another mind game to cope with what was going to happen. It was Roger’s fault for our marriage being wrecked tonight. He fucked his office manager after all. And David had actually helped him, actually both of us by covering it up, so he deserved some kind of reward, right? And I was complicit in a way by not knowing about it, wasn’t I? So in a way, I would be the just reward for Roger having saved my husband’s career. And I was also being properly punished for being such an oblivious idiot for not being aware of my husband’s infidelity. We were all just going to get what we deserved, right?

God, what stupid shit I come up with to deal with what isn’t in my control, I thought to myself.

David came up behind me, put his arms through mine and unbuttoned my blouse, pulled it off my shoulders. I unbuttoned the cuffs myself, pulled my arms out of each sleeve and let it fall to the floor. I offered no resistance, in fact it was a relief to start getting out of my clothes.

That helped me come up with my last coping mechanism: total and complete submission. Then this would all be over very quickly, right? Just let him do what ever he wanted and in a few minutes we’d be done. Then Roger and I would leave and things could go back to normal. Or whatever normal is after you know your wife has been fucked my a monster you once completely trusted.

Still behind me, he undid my tight skirt. He slowly unzipped it at the back letting his hands brush over my ass, oh, so slowly and slid it slowly down my thighs. I had to shimmy a little to help him get it past my hips and down to my ankles. I could tell he was turned on by my wiggling to get out of the tight-fitting skirt. I stepped out of it on wobbly feet and waited.

I trembled, standing there in my sexiest bra, panties and thigh high hose that I had put on for Roger for when we got home later. Now it was all for David instead. He was pausing to get his own clothes off now. I couldn’t look at him, I just stared straight ahead and listened as he slowly unzipped his pants, threw them on the floor and then the rest of his clothes. God, just hurry up and fuck me already, will you? I couldn’t bring myself to say that, but it’s actually what my pussy wanted so desperately even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself.

He came up directly behind me and pressed himself against me with both hands cupped over my breasts, pulling me back against him. the thin fabric of my lacy bra did nothing to disguise the heat from his palms. And that thin lace did even less to restrain my hardening nipples in response. My breath was really coming in gasps feeling his hands on me now. And even more so because his warm, hard cock was pressed against my back. I could feel the full length of it running up my back. It seemed impossibly long from the way it felt. Roger often holds me like this leading up to our lovemaking. His cock is definitely not as long as this one. Not even close. If it’s thickness was in proportion to it’s length then there was no head game in the world that would distract me from what was going to happen in the few next minutes.

He unclasped my bra and I shook it off my shoulders and let if fall to the floor. I assumed the panties would come off immediately, but no. His left hand firmly fondled my left breast, his right hand slid into the waist band of my panties, his fingers finding my pussy and two of them entering me slowly and rhythmically. My knees started to buckle and I was dizzy with an believable rush of pleasure.

“Oh my, such a clean shaven pussy. I love that!” David whispered in my ear. I always stay shaved down there. I spend too much time on exercise videos and in front of training clients in my tight and revealing workout gear to afford any hint of pubic hair showing up. Of course it just turned him on all the more, and it did the same to me as well, since his fingers moved in and out of me so smoothly and effortlessly.

Suddenly my body was wracked by a violent orgasm from his fingering and I shook all over. Normally, I can rarely cum standing up, even in the shower with Roger during foreplay. This was a total shock and I couldn’t help shouting out; “Oh my, God! Yes, Yes!” as my body convulsed.

It was almost as if David’s drug had turned my clitoris into a simple on/off switch. It no longer took any great skill, timing or technique to get me off. A fumbling virgin teenage boy just entering puberty would have no difficulty mastering my body while I was under the influence of this drug. And that fumbling virgin teenager would appear to me as sexy as Daniel Craig or Idris Ilba on their best day.

“What do you think of my medication now, dear?” I couldn’t say anything, just gasp for air. I don’t know why, but I turned my face back to him, held his cheek with one hand and kissed him on the lips, a long slow lingering kiss, my tongue entering his warm mouth, while my chest heaved for air. Whatever this drug was it was truly amazing if it could make me cum like that.

With that he placed his thumbs into each side of the waist band of my panties and ripped them apart at the side seams in one quick move, then yanked them back through my crotch and threw them away. I had been wanting to yank them off for the past half hour anyway. It just added to the pleasure to have him do it for me so forcefully and to have the material drag past my clit and my pussy before passing between my legs. Everything was a turn-on now.

Without any urging at all I laid back on the bed and opened my legs wide for him. Now I could see his whole cock. Long, thick, hard and already slick and glistening in the dim light. I could see every bulging and throbbing vein of it as he stood in front of me. He got down on his knees at the edge of the bed and grasped my ankles, pulling me towards him. I couldn’t wait to have that cock enter me. But to my frustration, that wasn’t happening yet. He draped my legs over his shoulders and grasped my waist firmly.

In a moment his lips and tongue were on my pussy and I was in a state of total bliss again. His tongue went over around my clit more skillfully than anyone had ever done before, with an occasional slight suck on it that almost drove me out of my head. Then his fingers. First one, then another moving in and out of me in perfect unison with my rising and falling hips that seemed to be moving involuntarily while I struggled to catch my breath.

How ironic, I thought. No drug needed for me to enjoy this tongue lashing. I might have stripped and spread my legs for him without any drug if I’d known he could go down on me like this.

It suddenly got even better. Holy Fuck! Of course an OB/GYN knows exactly where my G-Spot is! I could feel the orgasm coming long before it exploded. I put one hand as firmly on his head as possible to keep the pleasure coming and pounded the bed with my other hand as hard as I could to release all of the tension that even my intense orgasm couldn’t.

“Yes baby, just like that!” I screamed as my back arched involuntarily. Even electro-shock therapy couldn’t possibly get this intense.

I had never experienced that kind of G-spot orgasm with my husband or any other man, ever. All I could think to myself was: we haven’t even started fucking yet.

He climbed up on the bed next to me. My breasts were heaving up and down from that last orgasm, nipples hard and erect. He placed his mouth on my right breast and sucked the nipple up into his mouth. Oh fuck! I already have a pair of the most sensitive nipples in the world anyway. I remember many wonderful mini-orgasms when nursing my babies in the middle of the night as a young mother. Roger often wondered why I never minded getting out of bed in the middle of the night to nurse them. Well this is why. I didn’t mind those babies sucking on my tits at all. I loved it and David’s wonder drug obviously was making my nipples even more sensitive than ever before.

He obviously knew how aroused I was again as he moved his hand down to my pussy and started fingering my clit yet again. Bang! It took even less time for that one to hit me. At least it wasn’t as mind-blowing as the first two and I could catch my breath at least. I’ve NEVER cum three times in one session with my husband or any other man. I couldn’t even remember coming more than twice during my best masturbation fantasies.

Coping mechanisms and mind games to get through this ‘ordeal’? That was all forgotten now. What had I been thinking ahead of time? I don’t need or want anything to distract me. The last thing I wanted right now was a distraction from whatever David had in store for me. I wanted to be fully aware and keyed into every nuance of this experience. Was it the drug or the exquisite pleasure David was triggering in my body that was making me feel this way? Right now I didn’t care.

Even if Roger walked in on us right this minute, it wouldn’t matter in the least. If anything, having my husband watch us would just increase my desire to be fucked by David. And now, just imagining that scenario was getting me more turned on.

And now the the former competitive athlete in me was also affecting my response. I had already gone past my previous sexual boundaries in the quantity and intensity of my orgasmic response. I didn’t need any lab techs or electrodes to tell me that. The only question in my mind now was how much more could my mind and body take tonight before this drug wore off? I was more than ready to find out now.

“Fuck me. Just fuck me,” I whispered into David’s ear. He moved over onto me as I spread my legs as wide as possible again for him. Missionary isn’t exactly the easiest position for me to cum in but I knew tonight was totally different in every way. David wasn’t a monster. He was a genius. And I was reaping all the benefits of that genius tonight in his dungeon.

I had totally forgotten about the size of his cock, but I snapped back to reality as he gently inserted the tip of it into my vagina. Oh my god! Yes. Exactly what my body had been begging for the moment his drug had started taking effect. He was slow and gentle, only shoving in a bit more with each slow thrust. I appreciated the consideration, but I really wasn’t in the mood for slow and considerate. I just wanted that entire long, thick thing in me as deep as it could go. I put my arms tightly around his shoulders. He correctly increased the pace and depth of his thrusts in response. Then I wrapped my legs around him, ankles locked firmly over his ass. He took the cue as intended and began moving even quicker and deeper.

God, it felt so good! But it still wasn’t enough for me. With an audible groan I arched my back, dug my heels into his ass as hard as possible, thrust my pelvis up as far as I could and pulled him down into me as deep and as hard as our respective anatomies would allow.

“Oh yes, just like that. Just like that, keep going, Keep going. As hard as you want.”

He hardly needed any more encouragement now and I got every bit of that orgasm my vagina had been craving when I first felt the drug working on me in the dining room. My pussy was contracting uncontrollably on his cock. It lasted several long, delicious, pulsating seconds.

I really had to catch my breath after that one. He rolled off me onto his back. His cock was still hard and erect up, glistening. I was actually relieved to see he hadn’t cum yet. There was actually a chance that I could use him at least once more to get off. I couldn’t believe how my mind was working now.

Neither of us said a word to each other as I got up on my knees to straddle him, poised over his cock, my hands on his chest. Eyes locked on each other, I lowered myself slowly onto his cock. He reached up to put his hands firmly on my ass. Good, very good. Riding is my go-to position when I want be certain of achieving a good climax. I really needed to see how David’s drug worked on this key part of my sexual repertoire.

I could feel my breasts swaying gently as I rocked up and down on him. I was in complete control of slowly building my own orgasm this time and it was going to be a good one. My hair was askew, sweat pouring down my body, breasts swaying gently. No porno queen ever looked better than me at that moment.

Then I could feel both of David’s hands moving over my ass and spreading my cheeks further apart. Yes, I like that. Then I could feel one of his fingers, searching, probing and finally touching my tight asshole. Yes, that does feel good. Touching me there sent a thrill up my spine. Then…it was in me, just the first knuckle, another nice little shock as all those hundreds of nerve endings in my anus leapt into firing mode. I rocked hard and took it in me a bit deeper. Holy shit, that feels good! Then I shoved down harder again and suddenly his finger was in me as far as it could go. Oh my god, that’s amazing! Another electric shock and I was coming even more violently than ever. I had both hands on his chest steadying myself as my hips slammed down on him involuntarily.