It was still dark and we needed the light on, surely giving the crane driver a perfect view into our apartment. Jaq made the coffee making sure the cr...ne driver could see her at all times. I watched from the bedroom window and could clearly the guy staring in at my wife. I told Jaq and she became very excited, settling onto the sofa with her coffee facing the French doors.I walked into where Jaq was sitting making sure that I could not be seen. Settling down out of view I observed my dirty. I read about anal sex and I wondered what it must feel like. Maybe it could give me something that was missing from my sex life. I never imagined I would find out.One night I was bored with my own company and really just wanted somebody to chat to. As I had done several times before, I decided to go to a gay bar, hoping that somebody would want a chat. Now it is interesting to me that I couldn't go into a gay pub because I never had the courage. My only solution was to get tanked up at other. Her mother had been staying with us as it was Christmas and was due to go home the following day. This was my only chance to be alone overnight with the old witch.The secret ingredient I had added to her nightcap was the latest evolution of what was known as rohypnol but Roger, my chemist friend, assured me that it was much more predictable and, as he put it, "pervert friendly". "You just need to know their approximate weight to get the dosage right - don't want them waking up at a crucial. As I met other inks I would learn that my cum now contained a hormone that women absorbed that made them healthier, more energetic and helped them loose fat. In short, it turned them into babes, which explained why so many inks made a fortune as personal trainers or running gyms. Anyway I had not cum more than once in a night since I was in my thirties and to cum over three times two nights running was a very nice change. ‘Fuck’ my wife panted. ‘You’ll be like this from now on? Our sex life.