Roofie Coladas

by Cagonzon

story tags: sister-in-law, unconscious, roofies, incest, drugged, anal,
blowjob, facefucking

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Unhealthy obsession with sister-in-law leads to dark turn.

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Roofie Coladas by  Cagonzon ©

As I rubbed the head of my cock against my sister-in-law's puckered
asshole I felt the extreme rush of what I was doing course through me.
I was going to do it. Finally I was going to fulfill my deepest,
darkest, most secret desire.

Sarah, my sister in law, moaned unintelligibly. I held her there,
pinned against the side of the pool, her bikini bottom floating around
her ankles next to my own swimming trunks as I grinded against her
exposed ass.

She had been hanging onto the edge, peeking outwards when she'd passed
out. I had quickly moved into position behind her before she could hurt
herself and now held her against the edge, one hand on her small left
breast, which I squeezed gleefully through the small leopard- print
bikini top while I held her in place with my other hand around her and
wedged firmly in her crotch, fingering the folds of her pussy,
exploring the hidden warmth of her cunt. My cock, as I had previously
stated, was pressing hard against her asshole.

She was resting her head on her arms, which were up on the edge of the
pool, and even though she was out of it, her body was responding to my
attentions. I could see her eyes were half closed and staring out into
space, a little bit of drool was dripping from her lip onto her
forearm, but even in that state the juices that were flowing from her
pussy warmed my fingers as they probed inside her.

She was making small little grunts as my cock, which I had smeared up
with Vaseline in the hopes that it would do as lube in the pool, slowly
pushed its head through her relaxing sphincter, until it popped fully
into her anal cavity.

It was so exciting that I thought I could have cum right then and
there, but just like I tried to get a hold of myself at that moment,
let's not get ahead of ourselves in the story. After all, a great cock-
tease like my sister-in-law deserves a thorough, slow fucking, so I'll
try to go slow as I recount the events that led me to this point.

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I'm just a regular guy, working as a writer after years of frustrating
attempts at other careers- mostly in the tech industry- left me hating
that world of business and stress and deadlines, trading it in for the
role of 'house-husband' if you will, which gave me time to work on my
writing, but also gave the seeds of dark desire that twisted within me
a chance to set out roots and grow.

Average height, average build, nothing much spectacular about me,
although I've been told I have a nice smile. Nothing spectacular to say
regarding my cock either, not going to embellish and say that I have a
huge dong when I'm actually pretty average. A respectable 5-inch-er
that served me well enough while I was single, and was more than enough
for my wife.

Now, about my wife. You might think that since I'm in the process of
nailing her sister that she's rather 'meh', but far from it. She's
actually quite the looker, beautiful face and a metabolically thin body
that helped her shed the pounds after having kids so that she still has
the body of a slim twenty-year-old. Dark, shoulder length hair against
creamy skin, and a tramp stamp on her lower back from when she was
younger actually makes her pretty damn hot, and I love fucking her.

That's not the issue.

The problem was that my wife was a prude. The tattoo was something she
did to try to prove to herself that she could be wild, that she had a
bad side, but in the end, she's about as dark and wild as mid-afternoon
tea. When we fuck, which is regularly, thank god, we have a routine
that we've followed for the past ten years of marriage. I get on top of
her missionary style, then I turn her around for doggy, and then if she
hasn't cum yet, she gets on top for a go, but usually what happens is
that she cums before that.

That's it. Two or three times a week, that ain't bad, straight- up
fucking. I usually finger her afterwards for a second orgasm; sometimes
I finger her before as foreplay, which is actually better because after
cumming from my finger on her clit, when I give her my immensely
average cock, she does go a little wild, panting and moaning a lot and
giving me a good run for my money in holding out until she comes a
second time.

Like I said, my wife is great, I love her to death and wouldn't trade
the life we have for anything. But... there's just something inside me.
Something that hungers for more. Something that wants some forbidden
fruit.

Now, I've been with my wife for the better part of thirteen years. We
met in college and graduated together, even worked on our thesis
together. we were the picture-perfect couple. Married after college,
waited until we were stable financially to have our first kid, and
three years later added the second one.

During all that time, I've never cheated on her. I've had plenty of
chances to. It's funny how having a ring on your finger can turn an
average guy into slut-bait. There was no shortage of office tramps in
the places I worked in after graduating, and I even came close once, on
a business trip, but I backed out at the last minute. Like I said, I
didn't want to ruin what I had.

My sister-in-law, however, had been unwittingly undermining my resolve
for the better part of a decade.

She is my wife's older sister by a couple of years, and she is lust
incarnate. At least for me. I don't know what it is about her. She's
not particularly hotter than my wife. She's shorter, has smaller tits
and her personality is nowhere near as endearing. In fact, she's kind
of a bitch. Still, there's something about that raven-haired cock-
tease that wouldn't leave my brain, once she got in.

I blame pornography.

Being in a 'vanilla-sex' relationship, I was and still am an avid porn
browser. I have over 100 Gigabytes of porn in my hard drive, all
categorized by actress, which I use to indulge myself on whatever
whimsy takes me on any particular day, sometimes even after my wife has
fallen asleep, exhausted after our plain fucking.

Why?

Because for better or worse, those fucking sluts know what guys like.
They suck cock. They give up the ass. They talk dirty. They ask for you
to cum for them, on them, in them. They look into the camera, right as
they take a huge load on their face, in their mouth, on their tits, and
give you a devilish smile as they lap up the cum streaked across their
face, dribbling out of their mouths. They fuck in cars, showers,
changing rooms, offices, on desks, merry-go-rounds and in pools. God
bless porn stars!

Now, when I say I blame pornography, I don't really mean that I
necessarily believe that shit about how it warps your brain, except
that in my case, I think it's true!

I've been obsessed with fucking my sister-in-law for the past five
years or so, all because of what I stumbled upon one night browsing the
internet for the latest young talent. I was browsing my favorite porn
site when I saw a thumbnail of a slim, dark-haired little slut choking
on a huge cock. I could have sworn on a bible, at that moment, that it
was my sister-in-law.

It wasn't.

Still, once I opened up the picture gallery, the resemblance was
striking. She had the same exotic look. The smoky eyes. The long, dark
hair that reached half-way to her back. Legs that seemed to go on
forever, a hot, smooth and tight ass that begged to be fucked. Her tits
were on the smallish size, barely a handful, but all that did was
remind me more of Sarah. A small waist that accentuated her silhouette
in the pictures where she was bending over, taking it from behind.

I was transfixed.

I immediately beat myself off and made a more than usual mess of the
sheets while my wife snored next to me. I pulled up a picture of a trip
to the beach and put the pictures of both of them side-by-side. They
could have been sisters. Damn. It was honestly the first time I had
ever thought of my sister-in-law in that way. I mean, I'd always
thought she was pretty, but her personality was so off-putting that
nothing sexual had ever occurred to me.

Now there I was, covered in cum-soiled blankets, holding my dick, which
was still hard, looking at a couple of pictures, one of Sarah, the
other one of some hot whore who was enjoying a deep fucking who looked
just like her. Did I mention that I was still hard? I immediately
jacked off a second time, but when I came, I was no longer looking at
the porn star's picture. I was looking at my sister-in-law.

Something happened then. My brain made some connection, some synapse
misfired or something, because from that moment on, my sister- in-law
became the foremost object of my obsessions.

In the following weeks I downloaded all the videos I could find of that
porn star. Aside from having a shrill voice that wasn't at all like
Sarah's husky, throaty one, the more videos I watched, the more she
became my sister-in-law.

I browsed though gigabyte after gigabyte of family pictures in my
computer, copying those where Sarah appeared and placing them in a
hidden folder. Cutting everyone else from the pictures until I had a
huge gallery of jpgs where she was in bathing suits, in parties, even
at her wedding.

Fuck, she was hot. Now, with my obsessed brain working overtime, I
couldn't see how I hadn't noticed it before. She's fucking gorgeous. I
especially loved the pictures I had of some of her birthdays, where
she's got her luscious lips puckered as she's blowing out the candles,
except that now, in my mind, it's my cock that she's blowing. Even
though I have a lot of pictures, I want more. I need more.

One of the annoyances of having a career in IT had always been that you
automatically became Tech Support for you family. Am I right? Now,
finally there was a chance to turn that all around. I was able to get a
jump start to my new super-creep, stalker persona, because luckily,
Sarah and her husband weren't particularly computer savvy. I had just
been at their place a few months earlier to clean up their computer and
update their anti-virus as a favor in the middle of a family reunion at
their place.

Her husband was a doctor. She wasn't exactly a trophy wife, she had a
lucrative career too as a corporate lawyer, so they had a pretty big
place in a good neighborhood in town, with a large pool in the
back-yard. Most of the birthdays and family reunions were celebrated
there because of it. The didn't have any kids yet.

In any case, my point is that I knew I would have a shot at what I
wanted, eventually. Their files. I HAD to find more pictures. Of
course, at this point in the tale, I hadn't really thought that I would
ever get a chance to fuck her, I just wanted more wanking material.

By the time I finally got my chance, about six months into my
obsession, I had memorized every picture I had of her. I had beat my
meat raw every night looking at her pictures on one side of the screen
while keeping a small window with a video of her doppelganger porn star
on the other side of the screen.

When I got the chance, at one of my kids' birthdays, I casually told
her husband if he wanted me to take a look at their computer. He was so
grateful! He led me to their home office and left me there, alone, with
the only computer in their house.

I immediately removed a 1.5 TB external drive from my pocket and
plugged it into the laptop. I didn't know how much time I would have,
so I just copied the entire hard drive. I gave a cursory glance at the
antivirus software I had installed previously, which was running
perfectly. I cleaned the computer registry and sat back to wait. It was
all I could do not to open their document files and start looking for
pictures. I reminded myself to be patient.

The transfer was around 80% when Sarah walked into the room. Now, if
you remember I told you I had always found her to be kind of a bitch,
but being accustomed to working with assholes most of my professional
life, I'm actually a damn good hypocrite. This, and the fact that my
wife was always deferential to her big sister, and was very close to
her, had made it so that I had always adopted a friendly attitude with
her, despite her bitchiness.

Of course, now I could reap in the rewards of that. Sarah had always
seen me as a nice guy, a stand-up guy, and basically not a threat. So
over the years, she had probably grown used to feeling safe around me,
even when she was wearing bathing suits, like she was at that very
moment.

She didn't know it, but things had changed between us. As she came into
the room, I was glad I hadn't been looking through their files, since
that would certainly have meant that I would have had a raging hard-on.
When she entered, catching me off guard, it was the first time I know
for a fact that she saw the hunger in my eyes. I was very cautious
after that.

She was standing there in a yellow bikini that left little to the
imagination. Her body was fucking tight and toned. Even though she had
smallish tits, they were perfect for her body. Her hips and stomach
were fucking awesome, and I just wanted to lick the entire length of
her legs as she stood there.

Like I said, the hunger must have shown for a moment, because whatever
she had been about to say died on her lips as she met my eyes, and she
actually gave a small step backwards.

Realizing my eyes had been roaming her entire body, the skin she was
showing, I quickly played it off as if I was making an exaggerated
joke, leering and ogling her openly and bugging my eyes at her, telling
her it was a kid's party, not a modeling audition.

The suspicion faded from her eyes as she remembered who she was talking
to, and she laughed and gave me a little playful jiggle. I could have
died at that moment, but I continued playing the part of the harmless
jokester.

"Oh yeah, give us a turn!" I called to her, and she started giggling,
her perky breasts bounced as she did a complete turn and shook her
bottom at me.

I shifted down in my seat immediately before she could notice that my
cock was hardening. Still playing, I told her:

"Oh, good thing I'm sitting down so you don't see my erection!"

She laughed again, her body quivering and came to stand by me. she
punched me softly on the arm and told me how silly I was.

"How much of a mess have we made with the computer now?"

Completely aware of her bare stomach just inches from my face as she
stood next to me I fought every fiber of my being not to lean over and
lick her belly button. I showed her the virus scan report.

"Oh just cleaning the registry and cookies so your browser runs faster.
You should really stop using internet explorer."

It was all Greek to her, and she shook her head, saying as much.

"OK pointdexter, just hurry up, your daughter wants everyone in the
pool."

I watched her ass sway from side to side as she walked away, the edge
of the bikini slightly wedged between her plump cheeks and at that very
moment I knew I was lost. I knew, that if I EVER got the chance, I
would fuck her brains out.

I finished the file transfer and tucked away the hard drive in my
pocket for my later audit.

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Time passed, and we actually moved away for a while. My wife got a
great job offer at another city on the other side of the country, so we
packed up our stuff and moved. I spent a good six months looking for a
job, but the economy was still reeling and there were too many jobless
workers in the tech industry.

In that time, I made a good accounting of myself taking care of the
kids and maintaining the house, so my wife, who as I said is awesome,
encouraged me to take the time to work on my dream, which was to be a
writer. She was making enough that we were in a decent place
financially, and the time with me at home was doing wonders for our
kids, who were developing into polite, smart and funny little persons
that were the center of our existence. So I became a stay-at-home dad
that tried to write when he had the chance.

Of course, there was a huge obstacle to my efforts at concentrating
when I was alone and the kids were at school.

All the files I had plundered from Sarah's computer were in a zipped,
password-protected folder on my personal laptop, categorized by now in
folders such as 'bathing suit', 'face', 'body', 'wedding' and my
favorite, 'Greatest Hits' which was where I copied the best shots where
my sister-in-law's poses obliged my fantasies and made her look like
the slut I wanted her to be.

Sadly for me, the non-tech couple didn't have any secret sex- tapes, or
naked pictures for me to find, but I still had her porn star lookalike
to help me with that.

For the next couple of years the status quo remained. I continued
gathering pictures from social media sites where my sister- in-law
posted her photos. One Christmas, when we visited, I installed an
on-line backup service on their laptop, one for which I kept an access
code to, so that I could continue to sack and pillage their document
files, keeping myself up to date.

When I wasn't jerking off to pictures of Sarah, or imagining I was
fucking her while I was inside my wife, I actually got some writing
done. I sold a manuscript for a sci-fi novel and began gathering a
small but growing fan-base that after a couple of years actually made
me feel like a real author. I wasn't exactly breaking into the best
sellers lists, but my following novels began to appear in bookstores
and I began to make enough money that I convinced my wife to move back
home.

Luckily, she was homesick as well, and missing our families, so she
took a less lucrative, but still decent job back in our home town and
we bought a house right in my sister-in-law's neighborhood. We could
afford it now.

During the months of planning our move back, my ulterior motives were
constantly jumping to the forefront of my mind. I was going to be close
to Sarah again. My obsession, which had cooled down some being so
geographically distant, had started to consume me. All I saw was her
face and her body when I went to sleep, when I fucked my wife, whenever
I closed my eyes.

The porn star lookalike had gotten a huge boob job in that time that
totally ruined the illusion for me, even though it made her much more
popular as an actress. She was no longer the spitting image of my
sister-in-law, so I kept watching her old videos when I needed to
simulate fucking Sarah's sweet mouth. Her tight ass. I imagined cumming
all over her gorgeous face as she pleaded for more.

I had to find a way. It was an itch that just wouldn't quit until it
was scratched.

When we finally moved back and had our housewarming party, Sarah came
with her goofball husband, and I saw that she was still as fuckeable as
ever.

The face that had launched a thousand wanks smiled delightedly when she
saw me. You see, now that I was a semi-famous author, my stock had gone
up. She hugged me tightly and I had to turn to one side to try and hide
my hard-on.

She peppered me with questions about my books, how I came up with the
stories, and seemed particularly interested in how I came up with the
steamy details of the sex scenes I wrote for my characters.

"God, you guys must have a pretty hot sex-life." I heard her comment to
my wife, whose prudishness in all fairness had softened when she'd
begun to read my stuff.

Yes sir, my wife had begun sucking my cock on a fairly regular basis,
after years together where it was a maybe-two-times-a-year thing and
only on my birthday and our anniversary, and I admit that while a lot
of the times in my mind it was her sister who was sucking me off,
sometimes her own face would remain, her own lips wrapped around my
cock as she tried to take more of it in.

It was something new for her, and I appreciated it very much, since I
had always been a fan of getting my dick sucked. Who isn't right? It
was tough going, at first, she had a small mouth and even my
average-sized cock filled it up easily. She had hesitancy issues at
first, because she stopped every time she scraped her teeth around my
shaft, which hurt, true, but she paused to make sure I was okay every
time, so it was slow going.

Roofie Coladas

by Cagonzon (UID 1483294)

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Unhealthy obsession with sister-in-law leads to dark turn.

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Eventually she learned to use her tongue more, and to squeeze with just
her lips as she sucked, and after a couple of weeks after she had read
the sex scenes in my manuscripts, she was happily slurping my dick in
the shower every couple of mornings.

She had a very strong gag-reflex though, my lovely wife, and I could
never fuck her face like I was so desperate to do to her sister. She
had thrown up violently the first and only time I tried that, and I had
promised her that I wouldn't do it again, no matter how much I wanted
to shoot my cum down her throat.

At least she didn't have any problems swallowing my cum. Maybe it's
because I'd already put two kids in her belly. I dunno.

I admit that there were times where I felt like shit for being so
obsessed with Sarah. I had a really hot wife who was apparently opening
up more and rediscovering her sexuality, and all I could think of was
her sister. It actually began to eat me up inside, sometimes.

But let's get back to the party.

"Oh yes," I heard my wife giggle softly at her sister's question. "I
don't know why but since he started writing he's been such a stud."

All of this inflated my ego immensely as you can imagine. And knowing
how happy my wife was, even while I was cheating on her in my mind,
sort of rationalized everything for me. I decided that it was working
for us, so, why change? I was still getting more and better sex, and my
wife seemed to be happier about it too. So, again, why fix what ain't
broke?

I'll tell you why. Because I wanted more.

Because I STILL wanted to fuck my sister-in-law.

I caught her giving me glances every once in a while, that day in the
pool. After a moment when I caught her looking at her and met her eyes
across the water, I winked at her, and maybe I let my lust show on my
face again. Unfortunately this seemed to freak her out. She got out of
the pool and went inside to get changed.

Shit.

It was at this moment that I realized I wouldn't be able to seduce her.
There would be no secret rendez-vous, there would be no sneaking
around. I had seen in her face right then that there was no way that
she would betray her sister.

Damn it.

That night I fucked my wife so hard that she actually begged me to stop
at one moment. She was crying. I asked her what was wrong and she told
me that it was too much for her to take. She wasn't used to getting it
so rough and it had scared her a bit.

I apologized and continued to make love to her softly, trying hard to
see only her as my cock drove into her wet and willing pussy. I was
frustrated. I wanted to enjoy fucking my wife, but her sister kept
creeping into my mind.

I raised her legs onto my shoulders, so I could drive myself deep into
her, my balls slapping against her ass cheeks as I rhythmically humped
my hips against her and pumped my dick into her pussy. This was a new
position for us, that I had wanted to try for years, but had only
convinced her to go for the previous month. I grabbed on to her waist
and buried my cock as deep as it would go and my wife squirmed and
moaned under my renewed assault.

I was careful not to pound her too hard, maintaining a good, flowing
fuck and soon enough I was rewarded when I felt the walls of her snatch
tighten around my cock once, twice and then she came. Her back arched
and her pointed nipples hardened in the musky air above our bed as the
pleasure raked across her body, her hands clawing at the sheets as she
turned her head and bit into the pillow in order to muffle her screams.

I kept pumping into her, enjoying the show as I fucked her, knowing
that my cock was responsible for it until the pressure started building
up in my balls, and I shot my load into her warm cunt, her wet hole
squeezing the last drop from me until I was spent.

She was gasping for air as she told me how amazing it had been. How
much she loved my cock. I smiled at her attempts to talk dirty, told
her I loved her, really meaning it with all of my heart, but all the
while, her sister's face popped up in my head.

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It wasn't going away.

The obsession still reigned and flared up dangerously every time I saw
my sister-in-law.

Despite the awkward moment by the pool, Sarah seemed to get over it.
She seemed very interested in my creative process, and frequently came
over on the weekends to ask me how I did it. I realized that she was a
frustrated writer, like I had been at one point.

There was no hidden attraction. No secret that I would be able to share
with her, no revelation to come. She just wanted to know how I could do
it when she couldn't.

It pissed me off.

My fuck sessions with my wife became more aggressive as a result of my
resentment against her sister. Bless her heart (and pussy) my wife
seemed to be getting into the rougher stuff, and it worked out. Still,
now when I fucked my wife doggy style, pounding her pussy from behind
while she had her face buried in the pillows, moaning into them, I
still imagined it was her sister, but now it was a darker image.

Her sister wasn't that into it anymore. Not like I had fantasized for
the past couple of years. Then she'd been a willing participant in my
fancies, but no longer. Now the fantasy began to take a darker shade.

I began to pitch scenarios to my wife. I began to tell her about
certain fantasies, and in her sexual re-awakening she seemed to be
opening her mind to anything if I put it the right way.

We tried tying her up one night.

I used a scarf that her sister had gotten her and tied up her hands,
but not her feet. Even though I wanted to simulate hate-fucking Sarah,
I would never want to hurt my wife, so I took my time and teased her,
running my hands all over her body, using some sexy scented oils I
bought her and massaging it into her thighs and breasts as she
squirmed, helpless. I could tell that she was getting very much into
being tied up, her breath coming in ragged pants as I traced my
fingertips across her belly.

I didn't however, want to scare her, so I turned her over, raising her
backside to me and continued to play my hands across her quivering
body. Her pussy was soaking wet at this point, her juices making a dark
stain on the sheets, and as I leaned over her, placing the weight of my
body on hers she gasped. I rubbed my body against hers, my eyes closed,
imagining it was Sarah, my cock was hard and slippery, sliding between
her thighs until I raised myself up, letting it come to attention right
at the entrance of her love hole.

I whispered into my wife's ears that I loved her, and that I was going
to fuck her hard now because she'd been a very naughty girl. I swear
that she started cumming right there. As I pushed my way into her in
one violent thrust, her pussy was so tight that it felt like I was
taking her virginity all over again. She was screaming into the pillow,
and I gave her a couple of quick pokes, making sure she was still
caught up in her orgasm.

Then I closed my eyes and pictured her sister lying beneath me. The
fucking tease. The fucking cunt I wanted to split in two with my dick.
It was irrational, it was all in my mind, but I didn't care. Right
there all I could process was that that fucking whore was underneath
me, so I began to thrust violently into her.

Since her hands were tied above her head, she couldn't move much, and
with my weight on top of her she was completely helpless. I drove my
shaft again and again into her, grabbing onto her shoulders as I pulled
myself deeper and deeper, the slap of my balls against the back of her
thighs beating a desperate rhythm in time with her screams and moans.

Before I realized it I had one hand around her throat, cutting off her
screams as I pumped myself against her, my balls bursting with cum as I
exploded inside her, groaning and grunting.

All of a sudden I came back to reality.

This wasn't Sarah, this was my wife! Fuck!

I let go of her throat and was dismayed when I heard her sobs. I had
hurt her, again, I thought. I hastily turned her over, apologizing over
and over, but I was surprised when I met her eyes.

They were glazed over with lust. She hadn't been sobbing. She'd been
trembling while she moaned.

"Oh. My GOD!" She breathed. "That was so fucking intense!"

I breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that she was ok.

"God, what came over you?" She asked me as I untied her. "I swear
honey, I thought I was going to die from what you were doing to me."

She held on to me, our bodies slick with oil and sweat as she seemed to
be trying to press all of her body against mine.

"And when you called me a fucking slut, where did that come from?"

I froze, afraid that I might have even called out Sarah's name in the
midst of fucking her. My wife apparently didn't notice, since she kept
talking.

"I thought it was so hot. I want to be your slut, baby. I love you so
much!"

And there it was. My heart breaking for my wife. I had just fucked her
silly, all the while thinking about her god-damned sister. I felt like
the lowest piece of shit in the world.

Though you'd never be able to tell my wife thought any of it from the
look in her eye. Tears welling up, she told me how incredibly happy she
was. How she'd always been afraid that she pushed me away with her
resistance to mix it up in the bedroom. How incredible it felt to
finally let herself go, and be mine in the way she always suspected I
had wanted her.

I kissed her tears away and told her how much she meant to me. That I
wanted her more than ever, and that there was no other woman in the
world I would rather shove my cock into.

I intentionally kept what I said to her very dirty, since she was also
making an effort, and she laughed and kissed me hard and before long
she had made my dick hard again. Then she did something I would have
put money on that she would never do. She grabbed my dick, still coated
with her sticky juices, lowered herself down across my body and wrapped
her mouth around my shaft.

You see, after more than a decade of fucking, My wife had never, ever
had anything to do with my dick after I fucked her. At least not until
I washed it. Her own juices were gross to her. For crying out loud, she
never even liked it when I went down on her, making me wash and brush
my teeth before even coming near my face. And let me tell you one
thing, I enjoyed eating her pussy, but it made her self-conscious and
she wasn't really into it, so it was a very infrequent thing. It had
been rarer even than the blow jobs she used to give me.

So as her head began to bob up and down on my cock, I closed my eyes
and tried really hard to concentrate on her lips, her tongue. Her hair
that I grabbed onto as she slurped me into her hot mouth. It was
awesome. It also made me really see how much her sexual prowess was
increasing. I had never had a finer blowjob.

When I came in her mouth, not even a minute after she had begun to suck
my cock, she swallowed most of it, but a lot spilled from her mouth
back down around my shaft. She kept kissing my cock and running her
tongue over it. She was fucking worshiping my cock. She was acting like
the slut I always fantasized about. She rubbed my penis across her face
and it spread the mix of my cum and her juices and saliva all over her
chin and cheeks as she gazed back adoringly at me.

It was glorious.

Or, it would have been, if I hadn't been picturing Sarah doing the
worshiping.

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Months passed that way. My wife was becoming the slut of my dreams, but
there was always a moment during our love-making when she became her
sister in my mind. I couldn't deal with it anymore. I had to know. I
had to do something.

The dark feelings of resentment kept growing in my mind. I had to do
something, yes, but I no longer wanted her to necessarily enjoy it. The
fucking whore, slut was ruining my life.

I know, I know, she wasn't really a fucking whore slut, but I was
really at a breaking point. I was tired of having that shit in my mind,
even as I still jerked off to her pictures almost daily. I hated myself
for it, but I began to irrationally hate her more.

A lot of the research that goes into my novels is done online. It's so
easy to find so much information for almost anything. There's no limit
to what you can find if you look long enough, and I tell you, there are
some sick, twisted perverts out there, and this is coming from a guy
who wanted to find a way to fuck his sister-in-law.

So after a while, a plan had begun to form in my head. It wasn't a
particularly great plan, I think, but I got the idea from an old
Seinfeld episode, if you can believe it.

I was going to 'slip her a mickey'.

A roofie.

Basically, I was going to date-rape her ass.

Yes, I know. The horror. Maybe some of you will close this story now,
but if you stay, I want to be perfectly clear.

I know this shit is wrong.

I would KILL anyone who did this to my wife or my daughter.

But I was still going to go through with it.

Don't look for a reasonable explanation. I've grown tired of
rationalizing it. Normally I think I'm a good guy. A decent guy. But
this bitch has got to get fucked. She's in my brain all the time. She
haunts my dreams. She gets under my skin whenever I'm around her.

I have to do this.

It's either this, or lock myself up.

Why don't you see a shrink? you might ask.

Why?

Because. I. Need. To. Fuck. Her.

I can't put it any simpler than that.

Are we clear?

Are you going to keep reading?

Alright.

So like I said, a sketchy plan began to form in my head. I was already
clear that I wanted to take her, no matter what. But how to go about
it? The roofie was the answer, I thought.

Now, what do you really know about roofies? What you see in movies, TV
shows, etc. I'm not going to go into the details of what my research
showed. I'm not going to give you a recipe. You're on your own. This is
not a how-to guide. This is just a tale of how a bitch got fucked.

Suffice it to say that after weeks of investigations, I thought I
finally had a formula for a compound that would do what I wanted. Now,
I'm not a fucking chemist, but like I said, there's a lot of shit out
there online. I had the workings of proportions and ratios and whatnot.
Most importantly, I had a list of ingredients.

Some were easy to get. Home-made even. Some were harder. Luckily for
me, I knew someone who could prescribe heavy duty meds.

Sarah's husband. The goofball doctor.

Of course, it's not like I was going to call him up and say 'Hey, I'm
looking for a couple of drugs that I can slip to your wife so I can do
whatever the fuck I want to her body for a couple of hours.' A more
circumspect touch was needed.

I gave him some vague symptoms over the phone. Made up some shit about
insomnia and headaches I read about online. He told me to pick up the
prescription at his house that night.

Score.

Luck was with me as I saw that he had ordered several refills for the
different meds, which I ordered all up front. Now I had my complete
list of ingredients, but there was still some testing to be done.

After mixing up the meds and other stuff that I had put together and
figuring out a dosage, I tried it first with our dog. He's a tough,
hyperactive Rottweiler named Sam, and I was sure that if I managed to
knock him out, if it didn't kill him outright, I could proceed the the
next phase of tests.

I know, I know. Kind of a dick move, yeah? But hey, if Sam needed my
help to score with an unreachable bitch he'd been obsessing about for
years I'd give him a hand too.

So I dosed the dog. I put it in his water.

After about a minute the poor guy dropped like a fucking brick.

I checked him thoroughly, he seemed to be OK. His breathing was a bit
labored, but I counted out his pulse like I saw in an online tutorial
and it was within normal range.

That first time I just stayed by his side, there in the den, until he
woke up groggily. It had been two hours.

He whined at me and cocked his head as if to say 'What the fuck, dude?'
But soon enough he was his regular self. I took him to the park and
gave him an entire steak, pan-seared, to ease my guilt.

I waited a week, watching him for any adverse effects but there seemed
to be none, so I moved on to the next step. I gave him the same dose,
but this time when he passed out, I shook him, yelled at him, pulled
his tail (which he really hates) and held a blow-dryer to his face.

My good buddy didn't even flinch.

He woke up two hours later, and he looked at me reproachfully. He
seemed to sense that things had been done to him, but had no proof.

Perfect.

Now it was time for human testing. Imagine me doing a mad scientist
laugh right now.

Given that the dosage depended on body weight, my wife was the ideal
candidate. She was taller than her sister, maybe ten pounds heavier, so
if it worked fine on her, it should work on Sarah.

All this time I had also been planing a delivery method. I couldn't
just slip it into water like I had for the dog, since I tasted a drop
and it was pretty bitter. I had to mask the taste. That was when I came
up with the Roofie Colada. Yes, now you see the fucking title for the
story. Congratulations.

But hold on a minute. I was obsessed with fucking Sarah, but like I've
said before, my wife is my life. I could never hurt her, not even in my
misguided pursuit of her sister's pussy.

So before I tried my concoction on her, I took it myself.

It was a Tuesday. I had dropped the kids off at school. My wife was at
work. I had the whole day to myself. Just in case something went wrong,
I wrote a note and put it in my pocket, explaining that I loved them
all no matter what, that nothing was their fault, that I was broken. I
desperately hoped nothing went wrong. I even gave a little prayer.

"Dear God, please let this work so I can fuck my wife's sister with
impunity. Amen."

I took a sip of my drink. The equivalent dosage according to my weight.
The rum in the Roofie Colada did well to mask any bitterness. I put on
a timer on my phone and stared at it intently.

Don't ask me when I fucking passed out.

"Daddy! Daddy!" My son's voice, a little frightened, raised me from my
stupor. He was standing in the living room next to me, shaking my
shoulder. My daughter was next to him, staring with tear-filled eyes at
me.

What the fuck happened?

My limbs feel heavy, I can barely keep my head up, and my mind is a
complete blur. I see my phone and see a timer that says 7:09 but I
don't remember what it's for.

I tell my kids that I'm OK, but my tongue is heavy and I just mumble.
My son thinks I'm having a stroke, he calls 911.

Fifteen minutes later, the paramedics are giving me a clean bill of
health. I feel much better. I remember now what had happened after
finding the note in my pocket.

Holy shit, it was too fucking potent.

My vitals are fine, blood pressure is within norm. I'm able to stand up
and walk around. My kids are relieved. My wife gets home, crying and
there's a lot of explaining (making shit up) to do. She immediately
calls Sarah's husband. He rushes from the hospital.

As he does a more thorough examination of me, there's a tense moment
where he asks me about the sleeping pills he'd prescribed. My wife gets
terribly worried, I tell her it's no big deal, just trouble sleeping.
Damn it you asshole, can't you leave me well enough alone so I can
continue working on a way to fuck your wife?

In the end I check out. I finally get my wife to calm down, Sarah's
husband leaves and we settle down. Unfortunately my experiments are
brought to a halt for a week, because my darling wife asks for time off
to take care of me. I really am a putrid piece of shit.

Once things are back to normal, I try again, with half of the dose I
used. I'm out for four hours, dead to the world. I had put on several
timers on phones, computer and alarm clock at different times, right
next to my head. I didn't hear a single one.

Roofie Coladas

by Cagonzon (UID 1483294)

https://www.literotica.com/s/roofie-coladas

Unhealthy obsession with sister-in-law leads to dark turn.

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I felt fine, without the heaviness of the previous time, but I did have
a certain grade of amnesia. I couldn't remember anything since the day
before.

It was insane.

It was awesome.

It was just what I was looking for.

Now that I knew it was safe, I tested it on my wife.

I waited until Saturday, after the kids were asleep and fixed her up a
Roofie Colada. She was delighted by the surprise and drank it down in
less than a minute. We were cuddling on the couch, watching tv. I kept
glancing at her and I saw when her eyes began to droop. Her head
lolling from side to side as she fought against the drugs.

Then her head fell forward and she was gone.

I held her head up carefully so she didn't get hurt and stretched her
out on the couch. She was breathing normally, her eyes were half-closed
and through the open slits her stare was fixed.

Her mouth was open.

I immediately knew what the first test was going to be.

I placed a cushion behind her head, tilting it up a bit, letting her
mouth drop open slackly. I pulled off my shorts, my cock standing up at
attention as the sight of her there helpless, mouth open and drooling
excited me.

Straddling her face I pressed the head of my cock against her lower
lip, letting a bit of her oozing saliva moisten it. I then inched my
dick into her mouth slowly, until it reached the back of her throat. No
gag reflex. Holy shit. I began to slide my saliva-coated cock in and
out of my unconscious wife's mouth as it hardened even more each time I
felt it bump against the back of her throat.

Even though she was unconscious, she made little gagging noises, and I
slowed down to see if she was waking up. They seemed to be involuntary
so I sped up until I was pushing her head back against the cushion,
fucking her face in the truest sense of the term. Then my cock slipped
into her throat and I was skull-fucking her. Her gagging noises became
louder with every thrust, and I saw tears leaking from her eyes as she
weakly struggled against me, but she remained still.

Soon enough I was shooting my jizz down her throat, straight into her
stomach. I emptied myself into her mouth, shuddering and dripping sweat
from my exertions, lost in the amazing feeling of throat-fucking my
wife.

As I looked at her lying there, she reflexively gargled cum and choked
for a moment, my milky discharge leaking from the corners of her mouth,
and I saw her sister's face superimposed on hers. It would have
normally made me angry, but now I just felt a coolness settle into my
stomach.

Your time is coming, bitch. I'm going to exorcise these demons soon.

I carried my wife upstairs to bed, where I proceeded to fuck her over
and over as she lay there. Each time I saw her sister in her place,
taking my cock in different positions, moaning softly as her body
reacted unconsciously. In the end, when I could no longer get it up, I
gathered my sleeping wife close to me and fell asleep beside her.

The following morning was the final test. I woke up before my wife did,
and kept watching her intently hoping to see her reaction upon waking.
She began to stir and stretch, yawning before coughing into her closed
fist. I noticed then that I had forgotten to clean her up a bit. Her
hair was a mess, still sticky and stiff with cum and her nightgown
clung to her body in spots. She still had some make-up smeared across
her face.

She looked like she had been up all night fucking.

She opened her eyes sleepily and smiled up at me. I smiled back.

"Did we fuck last night? I feel really sore." she held a hand to her
pussy, which was indeed still puffy from the pounding I had given it.

"You don't remember?" I asked her innocently.

She shook her head, frowning.

"It's weird. I feel like it was a dream, but then when I move I feel
like a freight train ran me over." she chuckled. "Are you mad? I'm
sorry that I can't remember." A worried look had come over her face.

I shushed her and kissed her, morning breath, cum-stained lips and all.
"It's alright. I don't remember much either. We got pretty hammered
last night." I lied.

"We did?" She was trying to remember and failing.

"Yeah, after Billy's soccer game, we came home, fixed dinner and then I
made us some piña coladas." I shrugged. "I guess they were a little
strong."

She was surprised.

"Wait, Billy's game was Saturday. You're telling me it's Sunday?"

It was more than I could have hoped for. She couldn't remember anything
at all from the previous day. Nothing. It was going to be perfect.

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It was still another month before the time was right for Sarah's
reckoning. Finally summer had arrived and we shipped both kids off to
camp, leaving the adults free to play in the sun.

We were taking turns every couple of weekdays, we would gather at our
house or Sarah's, have dinner, talk about shit, go see movies together
or stay in and lounge about in the pool. Me, my wife, Sarah and her
husband.

I made myself the self-appointed barman at all of our gatherings,
fixing up cocktails, margaritas, cosmos, whatever they wanted, trying
different liquors every night. It was like reliving our college years
and everyone was having fun.

I also took the time to plan how I was to go about the 'taming of the
shrew'. I decided that it had to happen at her house, so I began to
make the drinks stronger each night, until we were all sleeping over at
each other's guestrooms half of the time. None of them thought it was
weird, thankfully, just four adults having fun within the safety of
their homes. Sometimes other friends would join us but for the most
part it was just us four.

When the time finally came, I knew it was right because Sarah's husband
had been downing shots pretty heavily and had stayed out of the pool,
lying on one of the chairs by the edge. My wife was also on one of the
chairs, and she was also pretty hammered. Only Sarah was floating in
the pool jabbering on about some shit or another.

I saw my opportunity, so I took it. With a thrill I produced a batch of
Roofie Coladas. You see, I had realized that the perfect alibi was that
not only Sarah forgot what happened, but the others as well. I of
course, had been only pretending to be drinking all night, so my mind
was crystal clear and sharp as I headed out to the pool with the three
drugged drinks. I gave each of them their drink and quickly got into
the pool, staying apart, but not too far, from my sister-in-law.

Soon enough I saw my wife's head droop, and her empty glass fall to the
grass. Sarah's husband lasted all of ten seconds longer, almost falling
out of his chair as he slumped over one of the armrests.

Sarah was holding on, maybe because she was moving about, but her
speech was quickly becoming more and more slurred. She leaned on the
edge of the pool and rested her head on her crossed arms, still
mumbling, when her empty glass dropped from her limp fingers.

It was time.

My cock was already stiff in anticipation as I rushed towards her just
as she was about to slip back into the pool, grabbing her by the waist
and keeping her pressed against the edge. With one hand I pulled down
my swim trunks, bunching them around my ankles, my dick springing out
into the warm water of the heated pool.

I then grabbed the back of her bikini bottom and pulled it down,
letting it drift down to her feet as I gazed at the sheer rounded
perfection of Sarah's ass, just above the water. I spread her ass
cheeks with my fingers, seeing her puckered hole glistening wetly,
invitingly. Grabbing her again by the waist with both hands I raised
her posterior out of the water for a better look, and I saw the sweet
folds of her pussy. I could see her closely-shaved mound of dark pubic
hair. It was more beautiful than I had imagined.

I stuck one finger in her pussy, desperate to feel her warm, secret
embrace. The folds glided apart under the pressure from my finger and
just like that I was fingering my sister-in-law. I extracted the finger
and raised it to my nose, taking in her musky fragrance. I gave my
finger a lick, tasted her juices, then moved closer, pressing my
smaller head against the soft skin of her taint.

I had decided that since I didn't know if I would be able to do this
again, I was going to go for the whole nine yards. I had never fucked a
woman in the ass before, but I refused to wonder what it was like to do
so to Sarah after this night. I had prepared my cock with a thick
coating of Vaseline, which had held up nicely after the immersion into
the pool, so as I moved my cock towards her backdoor I was sure that
there was enough lube to help me pierce her secret entry.

And so we come full circle, to where you began this story, finding me
slowly but surely slipping my cock up my sister-in-law's ass, hearing
her moan softly but otherwise hang there limply, held up against the
edge of the pool as I impaled her on my shaft.

It was a new experience for me, anal sex. To be honest I had always
found it kind of gross, but like I said, I was already taking this huge
risk. I was going for the entire enchilada.

My sister-in-law's asshole was a very tight fit. I'm not sure if she
had ever been fucked in the ass before, but from the resistance it was
giving me, I would have guessed not. It excited me even more to think
this, that I was taking her anal virginity, and I started to push
further and further into her, groaning with the intense pleasure that
her anal cavity was giving my cock. After about ten pumps I couldn't
hold on. I was too excited by the entire thing. I came inside her ass,
shooting a long stream of my cum inside her. It helped to lubricate the
movement, and I slid out easily after that.

Throughout the anal rape (let's call it what it is) Sarah had begun to
pant like a dog. After I exited her backdoor her body relaxed a bit,
and she let out a sigh.

The sigh drove me crazy.

My cock sprang back into life and I quickly pressed it against her
pussy and forced myself inside her again, now through the front door.
Her back arched against me as I lifted her from the ledge, pulling her
against me and biting her neck when it came to rest against my mouth.
My dick was all the way inside her as I fondled her breasts from
behind, reaching under her bikini top and cupping, squeezing her small
tits as I thrust against her.

Her beautiful face was now staring up into the night sky with a
slack-jawed expression as I held her impaled on my cock. Soft moans
escaped from deep down her throat, guttural responses to my dick's
invasion of her womb as I bounced her up and down on my hardened shaft.
It was certainly easy, doing what I wanted with her unconscious body in
the pool. I didn't last long then either. Before more than a couple of
minutes had passed I was filling her pussy with my cum, coating her
insides with gooey, sticky spunk.

I hope she's on birth control, I thought, although right then I really
didn't give a damn.

After continuing to fuck her like that and emptying myself into her a
second time, I was a bit winded, so I picked her up and laid her out on
the side of the pool. As she lay there, I took in every inch of her.
Her gorgeous face had a satisfied expression on it, so on some level I
knew she was enjoying getting fucked. The slut. Her disheveled bikini
top hung from her neck, her small breasts hanging freely in the night
air, nipples hardening as a soft breeze passed.

She was in perfect shape for a thirty-five year old, with a tight
abdomen that women fifteen years younger would envy. She had clearly
marked tan lines, creamy skin against lightly tanned. Her hips were
perfect as well, curving in to her small mound which was glistening now
with pearly drops as my cum leaked out of her. Spreading her long legs
apart, I saw that she was still leaking cum from her asshole as well.
My cock twitched and I knew that I wasn't done with her yet.

I climbed out of the pool, checking on my wife and Sarah's husband to
make sure they were still out. I had almost forgotten about them, so
caught up in fucking my sister-in-law that everything else had fallen
out of the picture.

Leaving the two doped dupes where they were, I picked up Sarah and
carried her into the house, climbing the stairs and entering her
bedroom. I threw her onto her marital bed, fully engorged and excited
now for what was to come.

I went quickly to the guestroom and grabbed my camera from my bag. I
had planned accordingly. I went back to my unconscious sister- in-law
and proceeded to take dozens of pictures of her, posing her in
different ways.

Then I switched the camera over to video. It was one of those
point-of-view action cameras made for climbing or skating or skydiving,
so it had an elastic headband that I put around my head, leaving my
hands free.

Positioning her like I had done with my wife, I placed a pillow behind
her head and opened her mouth. I was going to make a porn movie of my
own. I straddled her head and shoved my cock in her mouth, roughly,
without taking the care I had taken with my dear wife. I filmed myself
skull-fucking Sarah, her soft, full lips straining around my girth. Her
mouth was even smaller than my wife's, making it seem like my cock was
huge.

I didn't stop fucking her face when I came the first time. I kept
thrusting against her, choking her with my cock as I spurted once,
twice and a third time down her throat. My cock seemed to have a mind
of his own. As if he was also making sure to enjoy every second, every
spurt, not knowing when this would happen again. The little guy did
well. Even if it was just a couple of drops, he kept spitting out cum
into my sister-in-law.

After I was done fucking her face I checked the time. I had been at it
for the better part of two hours. Sarah's face and hair were a mess
after our first filming session. I still had time before I had to clean
up.

Taking care that the camera caught every angle, I positioned Sarah in
the middle of the bed, then I climbed on top of her, spreading her legs
wide and rubbing my cock against her pussy. Her pussy got wet again
pretty quickly as I rubbed the head of my penis against her clit, and I
was soon sliding inside her once more, but now taking my time, without
the earlier desperation I'd had in the pool. I wanted to make this one
last.

I fucked her for a long time like that, filming everything, my cock
thrusting in and out of her, her tits bouncing to the rhythm, a close
up of her face as she moaned. I managed to get a great shot as I pulled
out of her as I came, a thin jet streaking to land on her tits and
stomach, making a small pool of cum in her belly button.

Then I turned her over and fucked her like that, pounding against her
pussy. I had tried to go for the ass again but the lube had worn off
and I didn't want to wait. I just fucked her pussy like that, driving
her into the bed, growling her name and biting her neck as I let all of
my pent-up rage and frustration pour into her.

I came a last time inside her, my cock jerking in spasms as her pussy
tightened around it. She was definitely cumming in her sleep. She was
moaning like a porn star by then, and I thought that maybe she had
begun to wake up, but no, it was just the physical reaction to my cock
inside her, pumping tirelessly.

Finally, lying there, completely spent after fucking my sister- in-law
in ways beyond my wildest dreams, I sighed contentedly.

I had done it.

It was over.

I was sure that she would no longer haunt my dreams as she had. I had
tasted her. I had taken her through every hole it was physically
possible to enter her through. I had filled her up with my cum to the
point where I was sure I had lowered my sperm count.

And I got it all on tape.

It was a great feeling. I can't deny it. I had just raped my
sister-in-law, but I regretted nothing. Now all I had to do was clean
up. Clean up and finish setting up the entire alibi.

I left Sarah where she was, lying in the middle of her bed, twisted
sheets all around her, drying spots of my cum all over her body,
leaking out of her pussy and mouth, ass pointing in the air, legs
spread, hair in disarray. The very picture of a girl who'd been pounded
mercilessly.

I went downstairs quickly now, even though I was bone weary. I had
nearly spent my entire four-hour grace period, and I was cutting it a
bit close. Especially with what I still needed to do.

First, I went to Sarah's husband, and picked him up, groaning under the
weight. He was not a slender fellow. I left my wife there for now, she
wasn't as crucial. I managed to not get a hernia carrying the doctor up
the stairs and into his bedroom. I tried to get him up on the bed next
to his wife but was too tired by that point. I decided to make the best
of what I had and got to work.

First, and this just shows how committed I was to this endeavor, I
stripped the doctor of all his clothes. I observed that, his dick was
even smaller than mine, or so it seemed. I didn't measure it, but it
certainly gave me a good feeling thinking about how I'd stuck it to his
wife.

It might not have been a monster cock, but it was more than she usually
got, buddy.

All kidding aside, this part was important. I went to their bathroom
and rummaged through their cabinets until I found what I was looking
for, what I had scoped out the previous time I'd been in their house.

I went back to the unconscious married couple with the small jar of
Vaseline in my hands. I applied a generous blob of it to Sarah's ass,
then smeared a bunch of it on her husband's hands. Then I grabbed one
hand by the wrist and placed it over his own penis making sure it
looked like he had applied the lube himself.

Standing, I examined my handiwork. It wouldn't fool CSI maybe, but a
couple of hungover drunks waking up groggily would only conclude one
thing. Some butt-fucking had taken place.

Seeing my sister-in-law's ass as she lay there on the bed, a pillow
under her hips so it was pointing upwards, I felt the tug of lust
again. I knew I was cutting it very close, but I quickly took off my
trunks again and climbed on top of her.

Now that her ass was lubed up, I rationalized that it would be better
if I made it look like she had actually been fucked. My cock was erect
again as I rubbed it against her hole once more, pushing much more
easily through her tight sphincter and burying myself up to my balls in
her ass.

Conscious of the time, I pumped quickly inside her, making her grunt as
I stretched her out again. I still had the camera on my head, so I
pressed the record button so I had the evidence for future enjoyment.
In less than a minute I was shooting a truly final stream of cum into
her, holding myself inside until it leaked from around my dick.

Exiting her, I looked at my handiwork and was greeted by a gaping and
red asshole that leaked my milky discharge. I winced. Maybe I had just
gotten the good doctor into a bit of trouble. Checking the rest of the
room, making sure everything was as I wanted it to be, I cast a last
look at my prone sister-in-law.

Here's hoping that I'm cured of your madness. I thought. You fucking
slut.

I couldn't help but smile as I rushed downstairs, picked up my wife,
re-energized suddenly and went to the downstairs guestroom for the
final part of my plan. I tucked my wife into bed carefully before going
back out to the pool one last time. I checked to make sure I wasn't
missing anything, and saw Sarah's bikini bottoms lying at the bottom of
the pool.

I quickly dived in, grabbed them and all but leaped out of the water
like a dolphin. I rushed upstairs as quietly as I could and poked my
head around the door to my sister-in-law's bedroom. They were pretty
much as I had left them, but the doctor groaned a bit as I looked in on
them. He rolled over, before letting out a sigh and beginning to snore
softly.

Roofie Coladas

by Cagonzon (UID 1483294)

https://www.literotica.com/s/roofie-coladas

Unhealthy obsession with sister-in-law leads to dark turn.

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As I threw Sarah's bikini bottoms on the floor next to their bed, I saw
her stir. Her eyes fluttered, opening halfway as she let out a soft
moan. I ducked back behind the door quickly, hoping that she hadn't
seen me.

I couldn't take the chance of peeking again.

I crept downstairs, grabbing a glass of Roofie Colada I had left on the
kitchen counter hours earlier before going into the guestroom and
locking the door. There was an en-suite bathroom there so I quickly
took a shower, washing myself thoroughly, erasing every trace of what
I'd done. In less than two minutes I had finished, toweled myself dry
and slipped on my swim trunks again. I had to finish the part of having
drunkenly staggered to bed.

I quickly downed the drugged drink, which contained a far lesser dose
of the drugs and climbed into bed with my wife.

Just before consciousness left me, I felt her move next to me. I threw
an arm around her and was gone.

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A soft hand on my shoulder was shaking me awake. Bright sunlight
streamed through the windows, and as I rubbed sleep from my eyes, I saw
my wife's serious face looking straight at me.

It must have been an adrenaline rush, because it all came flooding back
to me in a microsecond, no amnesia at all. As I said good morning, I
heard muffled screams come from other parts of the house.

"What's going on?" I asked warily.

My wife's serious expression was killing me, especially when she said:
"Something happened last night."

I held my breath and tried to keep my face calm, meanwhile my world was
crumbling in my head. I had missed something. Sarah had seen me, at the
end. Or worse, she'd been awake the whole time. Something had gone
wrong.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I couldn't believe my bad luck.

"It looks like something you gave us really knocked us out." My wife
said. I continued holding my breath.

"The piña coladas?"

My wife nodded seriously. I was dying inside. Why was she dragging it
out? did she expect me to admit what I had done?

"I think that your special recipe got Brad in trouble."

I let my breath out slowly, feeling the icy grip that had taken a hold
of my chest loosen.

"How so?" I asked innocently.

My wife's grim expression disappeared and she lowered her voice.

"DO you remember that time we passed out after Billy's soccer game?"

That lie had been so readily accepted by now that I almost believed it
myself.

"Yeah..." I said. "So, what, Brad got freaky on Sarah like we did that
time?" I feigned ignorance.

My wife made a pained face.

"Yeah, you could say that..."

She led me to the door and opened it a tad. The muffled voices became
clear.

"How could you DO such a thing! You unbelievable ASSHOLE!" Sarah was
screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Babe, I'm so sorry, but I don't know... I can't remember anything."
Brad's voice was a pitiful squeak.

"You don't REMEMBER? You're standing there with your tiny prick smeared
with lube and you're telling me you don't REMEMBER fucking me in the
ass?"

Brad stammered, trying to come up with something.

"Do you have any idea how much this HURTS, you inconsiderate bastard?"

"I'm sorry sweetie, I don't know what happened... we must have gotten
really drunk last night. I blacked out. Do you remember anything?"
Brad's tone got a bit defensive. It was a poor move.

"That's not the point! I'm fucking BLEEDING you idiot. I can barely
walk!" Sarah screeched.

"Please baby, let me take a look" Brad was pleading again.

My wife closed the door softly. I gave her a wide-eyed shake of my
head. I couldn't believe my luck.

I had gotten away with it. With all of it. There was a pang of guilt
there, for the pain and suffering I'd caused. Pain for Sarah, suffering
for Brad, but it was small compared to the relief I felt that my life
as I knew it wasn't over.

"Ouch. That's going to be going on for a while, I'm guessing."

"Yeah, I don't think we're going to be leaving this room any time
soon."

My wife gave me a devilish smile, a glint in her eye.

I saw her standing there in her rumpled bathing suit, her hair was a
mess, her eyes were crusty and her breath was terrible, yet she had
never looked more beautiful to me.

I gently caressed her bare stomach above her bikini bottom, then I
slipped my hand inside and began to finger her rapidly moistening pussy
as I pushed her against the door. I kissed her fiercely, our tongues
caressing each other as I grabbed a hold of her hair with my other hand
at the same time she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I stopped fingering her long enough to push down my swim trunks and all
but rip her bottom off of her. While she was still holding on to my
neck, I picked her up and pushed her once again against the door.
Holding her there with my hands behind her knees as they were pressed
against her, my erect cock had a clear shot at her dripping pussy.

As I entered my wife's warm and tight hole, I wasn't thinking of
anything other than her. I was seeing her face twist and her lips
quiver as I thrust myself into her again and again. I pressed my lips
against hers again all the while looking straight into her eyes as I
made love to her against the door.

We stayed in that position for what seemed like an eternity, until my
balls began to tingle and I felt my cum bubble up.

"I'm going to cum, baby" I whispered to her. "Your pussy is making me
want to cum so bad."

She whimpered in response, caught up in her own rising excitement as
her entire body trembled.

As I felt a gush of her juices flood around my dick as she spasm-ed and
squirmed as her orgasm took her, I could take no more of the amazing
squeeze her pussy was giving my cock and I let loose stream after
stream of hot gooey mess into her.

We kept grinding against each other slowly, coming down from our high,
kissing passionately all the while. When my limp dick finally slipped
out of her she sighed and said: "Shower?"

I silently nodded and let her down carefully. As she walked around me
towards the bathroom I stared at her ass and saw the glistening shimmer
of my cum as it ran down her leg from her leaking pussy. My wife
stopped at the door to the bathroom, still facing the other way and
turned her torso back towards me, placing a hand on her delicious
posterior as she did so. She squeezed her own ass cheek.

"So do you really think that it hurts so much? Or did they just not do
it right?"

She flashed me a dazzling smile and giggled as I stared dumbfounded at
her.

"Well come on, big boy." My newly discovered slutty wife said. "That
cock's not going to clean itself, is it?"

As I followed her giddily into the bathroom, I realized happily that I
hadn't thought of my sister-in-law once.

THE END?

Story Tags: sister-in-law; unconscious; roofies; incest; drugged; anal;
blowjob; facefucking

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