My wife, Rita, and I was driving up along the Rhone valley. We had been 
spending a week on the French Riviera but had found it too busy for our 
liking. We wanted some relaxation and some rest after a very busy year. We 
had our own business that was doing extremely well and had got an offer 
that we couldn't resist from a large company to sell it to them and we had 
accepted the only drawback was that we had to stay on to get things going 
smoothly under the new management.

When things were going as well as they could we finally could take some 
well deserved time off and had decided to spend at least a month traveling 
in France.

After a week in Nice we decided to rent a caravan and drive up north and we 
were taking it very slowly. We stopped for the day in a small, unknown 
town, and parked our caravan in a camping-site we found near the river.

It wasn't crowded. Besides us there weren't more than a dozen tents.

We walked the short distance to the little town and found a restaurant were 
we could get some food. It was delicious and the wine they served to it was 
excellent so we drank two bottles. This made us a little round under our 
heels and eager for more action. We asked the patron if there was any bar 
in town and he recommended one not too far away.

The bar wasn't big there were just four tables and they were all taken but 
we were invited to sit at one were there already sat two men, elderly boys 
is I think a more appropriate description of them. They introduced 
themselves as we sat down as Heinz and Peter. They were German and was 
staying in the same camp-site as we.

They were very pleasant and the time passed quick and before we knew it we 
were on our way back to the campsite. When we got back to our caravan we 
invited the guys in for a nightcap and they accepted.

I had to go outside for a leak and one of the guys felt the same urge. We 
stood side by side, swaying almost in rhythm as we pissed and chatted. When 
we again entered I saw the other guy raise the bottle at me with a silent 
question. I nodded and he poured me some whisky. I sat and took a sip and 
then I couldn't move! I could see but not move any muscles in my body.

At first I was terrified. Had I had a stroke? To my relief, for the moment, 
I saw how Peter and Heinz whispered something and then Peter reached his 
hand in my way and waved it in front of me.

"Totally out!" he said. "I don't believe it! They are really out!"

I understood that they had drugged Rita and me with some sort of drug I'd 
never heard of and I was relieved at this insight but not for long though. 
How long would it last? Would I ever wake up again? And what would they do 
to us? Rob us? Kidnap us?

"Do we dare?" Heinz asked a little hesitantly.

"Of course we do. We have done enough to go to jail for a long while 
already so..."

What would they dare to do? I didn't have long to wait to find out.

"OK then. Let's get started," Heinz agreed.

"Ah, eager are we?"

"Shit yes. She's a real looker this one! I can't wait to see her naked!"

They were going to look at my wife while she was drugged! I could feel the 
anger boil up in me and I could actually taste the adrenaline in my mouth. 
Taste it? Yes I could. That meant that I could see, hear and taste. That 
was no consolation to me though. I was still unable to move, to prevent 
this to happen.

I looked at them as they lifted my wife up and laid her on the bed and 
started to unbutton her shirt. I knew that they would find flesh at once 
when they had it undone. Rita have rather small breasts and never bother 
with a bra and since her nipples aren't that big either it seldom shows 
that she is naked under.

"Oh," Peter moaned as he saw my wife's breasts. "There isn't much is 
there?" he said in a rather disappointed tone. Obviously he had the young 
mans ideas of how a woman should look. Big tits and big ass and a narrow 
waist between them. Well my wife didn't fill any of these criteria. She's 
slim. Small breast, narrow waist, round hips and a small but firm butt. I 
couldn't imagine any other woman being more beautiful than my Rita. I think 
I partly fell in love with her because she was my ideal of a woman.

"Didn't you notice that before?" Heinz asked. "Tell you what. I like it 
like that. I've never seen any tits as small as hers, but I find them very 
attractive."

I could feel that the anger that had boiled in me for a while was subsided 
by his words. At least he knew to appreciate a woman's body. My woman's.

"You do? Well I like them bigger."

Heinz reached out and touched Rita's breast and in spite of her drugged 
state I could see that the nipple hardened and how the aureola crinkled as 
it does when touched. Was she in the same state as I? Could she see, hear 
and feel?

Could I feel? Yes I could. I could feel my body against the couch. But 
would I feel a touch on my skin? Obviously Rita did.

"See," Heinz said. "It's sensitive! I barely touched it and it got all 
stiff and wrinkled!"

Peter leaned over Rita's drugged body and I could hear him sort of giggle.

"Oh yes it is. Let me feel."

Heinz withdrew his hand and it was replaced by Peter's.

"It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes. It's not big, but its soft and spongy in a firm way. I bet a big tit 
doesn't feel like that. It must be, well floppy. And after a few years I 
bet they sag a lot but that will not happen to these."

"No. I think your right. They are sexy aren't they?"

"Mmm. Shall we look at her other - charms?"

"Yes. I wonder how she looks naked. Let's see!"

They went down to Rita's feet and while Peter unzipped Rita's skirt on the 
side Heinz stood ready with the hem in his hands and as soon as Peter 
looked up he tugged the skirt down a bit.

"I think you have to lift her ass so the skirt slips over it."

Peter did as told and soon my wife lay almost naked in front of the two 
lustful youths.

Heinz looked down in a more advantageous angle and could see straight up 
between my wife's slightly spread legs and suddenly something caught his 
attention and he bent over her and looked more intently.

"Hey, look here! She's wet!"

"You're kidding!"

"No, look."

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