It was the whispering that woke me.

I cracked my eyes open. My vision blurred before slowly adjusting to the shapes and shadows of the darkened room.

I was on my side facing Tara, my wife. She was sleeping on the other bed across from me. I could barely make out the silhouette of her body, so I blinked twice and then the room came into sharper focus. She was facing me with her heavy DD tits hanging out of her satin nightie. I love those big tits of hers. They were so soft, smooth, and warm, and if she’d let me, I’d suck on them for hours.

A large hand was groping her left breast, working at it with the kind of focused determination you’d give bread dough. Then he’d pinch and tug on her thick nipple, which would’ve squirted a long stream of milk had she been lactating. I know if I’d tried that I’d be sleeping on the couch for a week, but she didn’t seem to mind at all, moaning softly into her pillow like she’d forgotten I ever existed.

Then the whispering was back. A man’s voice, deep and gravelly, cutting through the dark like it belonged there.

“I told you ... if you want your husband to keep his job, you’d have to take care of me,” he paused. “Just this once. I won’t make it an ongoing thing.”

I couldn’t see his face. He was positioned behind my wife, but the voice was unmistakable: Harry Wolfe. My boss.

“Please, don’t do this to me ... to us,” she pleaded. He squeezed her breast harder this time. She just whimpered in pain.

I’d heard enough. I tried to move, arms, legs, anything, but nothing responded. My limbs felt dense, impossibly heavy, like the marrow had been replaced with wet concrete. I tried again, forcing every ounce of will into just lifting an arm. Nothing. Not even a twitch. What the hell had they put in those drinks at the party.

My wife of twenty-six years was eight feet away, and I couldn’t move a muscle to help her. I tried to call out, nothing. Not even a sound. Just the whispering, and my own useless rage, and the darkness pressing down on me like a weight.

Then Harry said, “I think I’ll have a little ass tonight, since yours is so big and round, and looks like it’s made for fucking.”

She tried to twist free but Harry tightened his grip and pulled her back against his chest, her struggle going nowhere. His face was hidden behind her head. I still couldn’t see him clearly, just his outline, and my wife struggling against it.

“No, please. I’ve never done it that way before.”

“I’ll be gentle, don’t worry. Besides, it’s not like you have a choice in the matter.”