Chapter 1

I didn’t tell my wife this until later, but I partially went to Dr. Farah Zhavani and her dental practice after that first time because I had a bit of a crush on the saucy Persian dentist. At 33, she was very much an attractive woman, full of spice, sass, playfulness, etc. that appealed to many a man and more than a few women. If she wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, I didn’t care. No two people are exactly alike, not even twins. It didn’t hurt that she had a male colleague or partner, Dr. Henry Harrison, who was thus a bit of an alibi. My wife never did know until later if I was seeing Farah or Henry, both of whom became good friends of mine. Her own dental plan didn’t include them and they were further away from her work than she cared for them to be, so she stuck to her lifelong dentist, Dr. Linus Richards, for her dental work.

I had been married to Melissa Corbin for probably seven years by now, and we had certainly run into “seven year itch” territory to a degree, made worse by the decision not to have children any time soon. To be blunt, I agreed with it for reasons of my own, much as I liked children. In her present mindset, my wife would be bad news for any child in terms of motherhood. Unsuitable as a mother didn’t begin to describe her. She was a wonderful woman in many ways, and she actually loved kids, but she didn’t want to raise them 24/7, at least not at the expense of either of our careers. She didn’t even want pets, so I carefully avoided that issue. I wasn’t about to shoulder the burdens of parenting or owning pets all by myself.

In any case, whatever strains or stress existed in our marriage, I loved my wife for who she was, a busy career woman with a no-nonsense attitude at work, but a striking ability to let her hair down once she got home. I had my own professional pride and dedication to my life’s work, so I could respect that. She was a realtor and had been for years. I was actually the county sheriff, believe it or not, so that was more than enough responsibility for me.

At this point, I was early in my first term as sheriff, in fact, but I had reason to hope for re-election, given my success in busting some real crime rings that had plagued the county under my predecessor’s corrupt administration. I had been a deputy for years and worked my way up the chain of command, finding myself at the head when the old sheriff had decided to retire instead of risking a humiliating defeat due to bad polling statistics.

Now, I won’t claim to be a saint or martyr here during my marriage, especially now that things were neither really bad nor exceptionally good, but comfortable ... Lukewarm was the best way to describe our married life, including the sex, which had upward and downward spikes, though it had improved again when Melissa changed birth control regimens. I had weak moments and I suspected that she did, too, but neither of us voiced any suspicions, including whatever doubts that she had about my fidelity.

We enjoyed our marriage and neither of us wished to give it up, so I think that we reached essentially the same conclusion: look the other way. That wasn’t even counting our shared dislike of too much drama in our private lives, seeing enough of that at work. We just wanted to come home to companionship, comfort, and coitus, the “three Cs,” as Melissa called it ... That was four Cs if you counted cuddling, which was nice to do, especially with a partner like her, curvy, soft, and smooth. She might not have been a mother, but she had a distinct “girl next door” appeal to her that resembled a soccer mom when she wasn’t hard at work on her job.

Anyway, so one day, I was at Farah’s practice and everything seemed normal, except that she was a bit nervous at first, and then even more brazen than usual. I didn’t think too much of it, other than perhaps something was going on with her quasi-secret office romance with Henry (they didn’t have me fooled). I went along with it, in fact, enjoying the flirting a lot more, encouraging her boldest moves, perhaps hoping that she really would cross that ethical line and seduce me. Knowing that I was unlikely to get caught and Melissa even more unlikely to care too much if I did, I pushed the envelope more than usual and let Farah touch my arm gently, caressing it a bit with her smooth, sensual skin as she lingered during the preparation for the removal of my wisdom teeth.

“Hey, this operation is going to hurt a bit more, dear Michael. Would you like to be put asleep this time, perhaps, and not just have the novocaine shot?” Farah offered, much to my astonishment, but I agreed, even as she “accidentally” brushed her long, silky, jet-black hair against my crotch.

For some reason, maybe subconsciously wanting this to take place what actually followed, I didn’t put two and two together, and so I agreed with some relief to Farah’s proposal. For one thing, the prospect of such intense pain after the novocaine wore off didn’t sound that appealing, but for another, I trusted Farah so thoroughly and utterly that it would never have occurred to me that she would abuse her power in such a situation. Well, I was very wrong about that, as I would soon discover.

Were it not for a random event, I would have no recollection or awareness of what took place, but as it happened, I drank a little more coffee than usual during lunch. I suddenly felt a dull pain in my groin from having to go piss, and it felt as if I were a little more backed up than usual. Naturally, therefore, my body jerked me awake as it typically since my brain had been retrained to keep me from wetting the bed (yes, I did that until I was ten, due to an underdeveloped bladder until near puberty). I woke up desperate to piss and barely avoided peeing in the chair, mostly by virtue of dashing to the dental office’s bathroom in a mad rush for the toilet.

I was totally oblivious to my surroundings or anything, until that was, I had relieved myself and looked down to find, to my utter amazement, that it was dark in the dental practice office. Almost no lights were on, except the ones in the hallway and the john itself, at least that I could see. I looked at the clock and realized that I had been asleep for three hours and it was just past 6 pm. I was totally unconscious of my surroundings and no one had tried to awaken me. Granted, I had been more tired than usual that day, hence the coffee, but why would Farah let me sleep for so long? Why did her staff let me stay asleep or unconscious as well?

I looked down to realize something else. My pants were already off me, as were my boxers, and I was actually naked from the waist down. I hadn’t thought of this during my mad dash, but now it really struck home that I was entirely bottomless ... in Farah’s office, no less. I felt a dull ache in my butt and had a sickening gut feeling, an intuition that was reinforced when I used a wet wipe on my crack and found cum there. There was no other explanation than made sense for this part but one: I had been sodomized by a man. No wonder, as I recalled, I had limped even as I ran to the head.

Who had done this, I asked myself, only to notice now that there was lipstick on my cock and more than a little of a clear liquid that smelled suspiciously of a woman’s twat, along with a liberal dose of lube. My balls, which had been full of jizz earlier that day, now weren’t nearly as strained, though they weren’t empty, either. I looked down and felt a small amount of my own cum still at the opening of my dick. There was no doubt now: I had been fucked by both a man and a woman, at least, maybe more than that. Strictly and legally speaking, I had been raped.

It was at this moment, when I discovered that I had engaged in a drugged threesome of sorts or perhaps more than that, that I heard voices coming from another room, and they were all too familiar. They were the voices of Henry Harrison, DDS, and Farah Zhavani, also DDS. I heard some shock and a couple of tears, even as they turned the corner and saw me standing there stunned in the unisex bathroom, my pants and underwear gone and my half-naked body exposed to both of them.

“Oh, Michael, are you okay? We were worried about you!” Farah tried to act normal, but the guilt and fear on her face were plain to see.

“I’m not sure how I would describe this feeling ... Violated, perhaps? What happened? Who the fuck raped me?” I demanded to know, a bit upset right then, as I had reason to be.

“Um, Mike, rape’s kind of a strong word, don’t you think? It was a bit ... less than quite consensual per se, but you’ve always been into Farah, and well, nobody was harmed. I just wanted to give you the kind of pleasure that a stud like you really deserves. We ... um, you know, shared you. Sexually. You’re a married man. We just wanted to free you, absolve you from the constraints of your conscience and your wedding vows, you know, for a bit, that’s really all. So, yes, we had sexual congress with you. We had a threesome. You, me, and Farah,” Henry tried to convince me that no harm was done.

“So, you sodomized me? You just assumed that I’d be okay with that? As for Farah ... We were friends. We cared about each other. If you had wanted to sleep with me, trust me, dear, you didn’t need to drug me or put me under. For you, yes, I would have cheated on Melissa, I freely admit that now. I love her, but I have had something of a crush on you, my sweet dentist. Why did you force something that I would have consented to, anyway? It could have just been adultery. It didn’t have to be rape, honey.

“As for you, Henry, okay, I confess that some part of me finds the idea that you wanted me so badly more than a little flattering. You must not have split me, either, or else I would have seen blood on the wipe, which I didn’t, so thanks for that level of care and precaution, at least. It must not have been too rough or brutal from either of you, as indicated by the lipstick smears on my cock from when you sucked it.

“Even so, rape is indeed the proper term for it. You had sexual relations with me without my consent. I’m a sheriff. I know this stuff. This was textbook rape, folks. You not only broke the law, but you violated a lawman, no less! How stupid could you be?” I grimaced a bit, tightened my jaw, and then watched their reactions of horror as it finally struck home that they could be arrested for this ... they could get in serious trouble.

“Please, Michael ... please don’t do this! Please don’t press charges! You’re right, honey. We did it. We broke the law. We raped you. We’re guilty and you have every right to throw the book at us. I promise, we’ve never done this before and we’ll never, ever, do it again. Please, Michael, dear, if you have any love for us still, don’t have us arrested or turn us to the authorities ... er, I mean, the other authorities. Please, I’m begging, pleading ... I’m groveling, you see?” Farah threw herself at my feet, kissing them and sobbing on them, too.

“And you, Henry, what do you have to say for yourself?” I demanded of him, looking very stern right then, despite my half-naked state.