The drugged young couple

What actually happened a few days ago, I just had to get it off my chest. I've been thinking about it for a long time and feel like I missed a golden opportunity. I'm sharing this for everyone to see.
A childhood friend of mine got married less than six months ago. He's a year younger than me, and his wife is probably two or three years younger, around 26 this year. They both love to have fun, so they don't have children.
His wife (hereinafter referred to as "Meng") is an ordinary office clerk. Although she earns a few thousand yuan a month, her family is quite well-off. She's the kind of person who's been spoiled since childhood.
My friend often complains to me about Meng's outrageous spending habits: cosmetics, designer bags, all sorts of entertainment... (She's from a near-first-tier city).
Meng is 170cm tall, has medium-length hair (I heard a haircut costs several hundred yuan), a fairly well-proportioned figure, and dresses incredibly fashionably. Her selfies on social media often make me fantasize. But I've always firmly believed in the principle of "don't mess
with your friend's wife." So I didn't reveal anything. All this peace was shattered around 10 pm on Saturday night. That day I was playing mahjong outside when my friend suddenly called me. He was clearly drunk on the phone and rambled on and on.
"Let me tell you, XX, you fucking need to hurry up and get married, stop fucking playing around all day and blabbering on and on!"
I asked him where he drank and how he got so drunk. He said it was a group of friends of Meng's, and he couldn't let Meng down. I asked him if he drove, and if his wife had drunk. He said they had.
I happened to have won a few hundred yuan, so I used the phone to say I'd come pick him up, and that he absolutely shouldn't touch the car. (Actually, I really just wanted to use the phone to end the mahjong game; I didn't want to pick him up at all.)
This guy just said: "I'm at a certain karaoke bar, in a certain room, hurry up! I'm waiting for you..."
Fine, I said politely, but then I got myself into trouble. I paid the bill, and amidst the insults from my three mahjong buddies, I went out and hailed a taxi.
When I got there, I opened the door and didn't recognize anyone. I asked, "Where are Meng and the other guy?" Their friend told me that one of Meng's friends had come, and since he hadn't been drinking, he'd driven them home. It had been twenty minutes since they left.
After a thousand curses ran through my mind, I asked them how drunk they were. The people in the room told me they couldn't even walk.
After leaving the karaoke bar, I intended to go home, but inexplicably, I hailed a taxi and told them the name of their apartment complex. I honestly, I've forgotten why I was so worried and wanted to check on them.
When I arrived at their complex, I saw their apartment light was on (it's on the second floor, easily visible), so I thought I'd go up and check on them, since I was already there.
I knocked for about five minutes before they finally opened the door, but I was startled. It was a man I didn't recognize. He asked me urgently who I was, and I said I was Meng and his friend's friend, and they had called me.
This guy reluctantly opened the door and let me in. I saw my childhood friend lying on the living room sofa, snoring loudly.
I asked the man who opened the door who he was, and he said he was Meng's friend, and he had finally managed to get the couple upstairs; he hadn't heard them snoring while washing his face. I didn't suspect anything at the time, but I was a little uneasy about having someone I didn't recognize at my childhood friend's house. So I went over to wake him up and tell him to go to bed, but he didn't react at all and just kept snoring loudly. His friend showed no sign of leaving, which puzzled me. I told him, "This is my childhood friend, my name is XX. Thanks for your help, bro. Is their car parked? Go home and rest after you're done. Leave the house key at the door, I'll talk to him tomorrow." This guy didn't even tell me his name, just sat on the sofa and wouldn't move. He even asked me, "Are you staying here tonight?" I was getting a little angry. I thanked him for bringing them back, what business was it of his? But since he was a friend of a friend, I suppressed my anger and thanked him for a long time before telling him to go back and have fun; the karaoke party hadn't ended yet. This guy stayed with me for over ten minutes, and only left reluctantly after I urged him repeatedly. Before leaving, he gave me his phone number, saying to call if needed. I didn't want any of your nonsense. The two of you drank too much, just go to sleep. If you leave, I'll leave too. Why should I stay here listening to his snoring? I was just worried about a complete stranger at my childhood friend's house.
After he left, I was about to leave, but then I got a little itchy and wanted to see Meng one last time. I knocked on the bedroom door, having already prepared an excuse: my friend was sleeping on the sofa, and I was getting her a blanket. After knocking for a while with no response, I pushed the door open. The scene inside shocked me. Meng was wearing pajamas, with only one white sock on her foot, and her pants, t-shirt, and shoes were scattered all over the floor. She was snoring softly. My first question was, "She drank too much, why did she change into pajamas?!" I called Meng's name several times, but there was no response. I touched her shoulder, but still no reaction, though the snoring continued. At this point, I got a physical reaction and boldly touched Meng's buttocks. I honestly can't remember if they were elastic or not, but it felt stimulating. I gently placed my hand on Meng's buttocks and stroked them for a few minutes. Once I was sure he was sound asleep, I grew bolder. I went to the living room to check on my childhood friend; he was still snoring. I went back to the bedroom, closed the door, and knelt down to smell Meng's feet. There was absolutely no odor, just a faint scent of bedding. I boldly licked them. By this time, my penis was incredibly hard, and I was licking without any restraint. After a few minutes, the doorbell rang, startling me so much I instantly went limp. I quickly looked through the peephole and saw it was the guy who had left earlier. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door... He paused, looking at the door, then said he'd left something at his place. I was furious that my plans had been ruined. I asked him what it was, and he said it was the key. I helped him look for it, but after searching for a while, we couldn't find it. I asked him if he'd been in the bedroom, and he said yes. So I pretended to knock, deliberately calling out, "Meng, is it alright if your friend comes in to look for the key?" After a few knocks with no response, I pushed the door open. He went in, but didn't look for the key first; instead, he looked at Meng on the bed. I thought, thank goodness I hadn't taken off her clothes. He glanced at her, then searched through Meng's clothes for a while, finally pulling out a key and saying it was his. We
closed the door and he left. After calming myself down, I went back in, bringing a blanket to put next to Meng. If she woke up, I could say I'd come to get the blanket. Then, I boldly touched Meng's breasts. There was clearly a bra underneath her pajamas, so I didn't dare put my hand inside. I turned to examine Meng's face; it was very delicate. Although she had been drinking, she hadn't removed her makeup. I boldly kissed Meng's lips, but there was no reaction. Her soft snoring seemed to reassure me. I took off my pants and gently rubbed my penis against Meng's face and lips. I was so close to ejaculating that I pushed Meng slightly, turning her into a supine position. My hand slowly moved down her stomach to her genitals. I knew from the touch that Meng had very little pubic hair, so I easily found her vulva. My middle finger gently slipped inside her labia, probably touching the vaginal opening, which was slightly wet. I knelt by the bed, kissing Meng's lips, my hand gently touching her vagina, constantly listening for any sounds outside, checking the evenness of her snoring. This kind of stimulation might only happen once in a lifetime! After touching her for a long time, I made a bold decision: to keep a memento. But Meng's pajamas were the kind with pants and a top, and it would be troublesome if I couldn't put the pants back on after taking them off. After a long internal struggle, I gently started to take off Meng's pants, pulling them down to about knee-high. I think it took me at least ten minutes, really just a tiny, inching motion. Meng's underwear was finally revealed before my eyes—blue cartoon style. I pressed my face against it and kissed Meng's genitals through the underwear. There was a slight smell, but that smell only stimulated my hormones. I took a few pictures in between, and then slowly pulled off Meng's underwear again until her entire vulva was exposed before me—absolutely exquisite! Her labia were pink and full, with a tuft of pubic hair that looked groomed. It would be a lie to say I didn't want to enter her, but I knew that if I did, my best friend Hua, who was awake, would kill me, and I'd lose all face on social media. With that last shred of reason, I pulled down my pants, picked up Meng's feet, and started footjob. Looking at her genitals, one foot still wearing a white cotton sock, I quickly couldn't hold back. I used some toilet paper from the bedside table to cover myself and ejaculated. Afterwards, I was terrified. I quickly cleaned up the mess and slowly put Meng's pants back on. Then, I left the bedroom with the used toilet paper.
Sitting in the living room watching my sleeping friend, I was deeply disturbed. I had molested my childhood friend's wife and taken photos. A wave of regret washed over me. Although I didn't have the guts to enter his body, I had seen everything I needed to see.
After cleaning up the mess, I looked for their house key, but couldn't find it. I didn't dare go into the bedroom to look either.
I checked the time—it was past 2 AM—and, feeling sleepy, I closed the door and went home to sleep. I left a note on the table saying I'd been there, that they were sleeping like logs, and that everything seemed fine. Then I left. It wasn't
until 4 PM the next day that I received a call from my friend. He was clearly still half asleep, asking how I got to his house, where his key was, and where he parked his car… I told him my friend had put it there for them, called the man, and described what he looked like. He seemed to recognize him and said he'd ask him later. He said he had a complete blackout last night and still had a headache.
I asked, "Where's your wife?" He said he was still asleep and that he would never drink again, blah blah blah.
That seemed to be the end of it, but afterwards I thought about it and felt something was off.
1. Even if Meng had been drinking, she should have moved, but during the hour I molested her last night, she didn't move at all and was snoring the whole time.
2. Meng's friend didn't want to leave, and Meng wouldn't have changed her pajamas while sleeping like that. Unless that man took Meng to the bedroom and helped her change (but Meng's bra and underwear weren't removed, which is questionable).
3. His house key was with Meng's friend in the end, and I suspect his friend knocked on the door to confirm I had left.
4. Normally, even if you drink a lot, you wouldn't sleep for almost twenty hours the next day and still have a headache when you wake up.
Based on this analysis, I think my friend and Meng were drugged, and the person who drugged them was the one who took them home. But the evidence is insufficient, and I don't dare tell my friend, since I molested Meng. But I think, if she really was drugged, she probably wouldn't have any reaction or memory of what happened that night. Because Meng only found out yesterday that I had been to their house. I deeply regret only taking a few photos (and my hands were shaking terribly).
Do you think I missed a great opportunity? I'm sorry everyone, this is my first time sharing a real experience, so I might not be able to explain it clearly. Please forgive me.

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