"So John the Realtor, do you plan to do that again?" I asked meaning the kiss. I asked it as I took the drink from him. The liquor was his date rape d...rug. It wasn't meant to disable me, just help him to convince me to comply. It was all a matter of degrees, I thought."Yes, I do plan to do it again," he said."You really don't need the liquor. I have already decided to go along." I suggested."I expect the liquor to make you more agreeable is all. The decision should have been made before you left. ......................................... That night I sensed my wife's unease as she hardly spoke to me a dinner and went off to read while I watched the game. When I came to bed, Mary was reading as was her want, except I could see she had been crying. She turned off the lights. I asked what was wrong. She turned to me and told me she loved me and loved her life with me. She told me she had never been happier in her life. She said she wanted to spend the rest of her life safe in the. She licked her lips once again. Bill stood and watched her as she went about her way, picking up more articles on the floor.When she bent over to retrieve the third object, Bill was staring directly at her shorts clad pussy. To his utter amazement, he saw a wet spot on her shorts. He almost came in his jeans. He did moan. Christine heard and was smiling when she stood. She knew her shorts were wet. She felt her dampness before it showed on her shorts. Bill felt his dick start leaking pre-cum.. The knickers to match were there as well along with a couple of pairs of expensive looking fitted boxer shorts which belonged to Mike. I had to have a further peak and as I picked them up and lifted them from the basket something wet dripped from my hand on to my knee, it was thick and sticky and quite clearly cum! My fingers were covered in it, justice for being a nosey bitch I guess, and I wiped the spunk from my knee with them before cleaning my hand. The smell of the cum was strong and was.