She was raped by her father's friend after drinking.

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To celebrate my dad's 60th birthday, my mom and I booked a nearby club and invited many of his old friends to the evening's celebration. The huge open-air parking lot was packed with cars. My husband, knowing I wanted to relax at the party, agreed to drive. He also looked after the two little ones.

My mom and I were busy entertaining guests all evening. My dad proudly introduced us to each of his friends.

I wore a black, bodycon, off-the-shoulder mini-dress. My 36D breasts were accentuated

by a deep cleavage. Black stockings and high heels completed the look. Of course, I wore a matching black bra and panties underneath. I thought I looked pretty good. At 32, I believed I was one of the youngest adults there. I even got my hair done for the party. My slightly wavy black hair flowed lightly over my fair shoulders.

My mother and I received many compliments from the guests regarding the decor, food, hospitality, and our attire. I was in a particularly good mood and unconsciously drank a bit too much.

Near the end of the party, I started to feel dizzy. After taking a few steps, I almost tripped. Luckily, my father, who was nearby, caught me and asked if I was alright. Not long after, I almost fell again. This time, my father and an old friend helped me up. I embarrassedly blamed myself for choosing the wrong high heels tonight. When I tried to stand on my own, I found my legs were weak.

My father's friend, Henry, suggested helping me outside for some fresh air. Henry was about the same age as my father and had watched me grow up, so he wasn't exactly a stranger. They helped me out of the club and continued walking in the opposite direction of the parking lot.

The cold wind outside made me feel even more uncomfortable.

After walking a short distance, my legs couldn't support me anymore, and I started to slide down. Henry grabbed me and tried to help me steady myself against a nearby wall. Suddenly, I felt something was wrong with my body. Instinctively, my upper body stepped over the small wall, and I vomited all over the floor. Henry grabbed my waist from behind to keep me from falling.

I heard my father ask, "What should we do? Should I call her husband over? Can you stay here and watch over her?"

"Yes. Go ahead."

Henry asked me a few questions, but I was too weak to answer. Although I felt more awake after vomiting, my whole body was still weak and exhausted, as if my soul had left my body.

I was leaning against the small wall. Henry's hand was flat on my ribs. My abdomen and waist were almost pressed against the wall. Being supported like this made me feel particularly awkward. I wanted to say something to ease the tension, but I couldn't find my voice.

Just then, I heard my father shout from a distance, "He'll be out in a little while. Our youngest son needs to use the toilet. Can you handle it by yourself?"

"It's okay, leave it to me."

"Honey, are you alright?" Henry asked. I remained slumped against the wall, completely disoriented.

"Baby, stand up," Henry tried to pull me up, but I remained rooted to the spot.

"Come on, baby," Henry gently pulled me again.

I felt Henry's body gradually press against my back. The hand that had been supporting my ribs began to move upwards, his thumb pressing on the southern hemisphere of my chest. My heart skipped a beat; this wasn't right.

I wanted to protest, but I just couldn't muster the strength. I thought about how he was, after all, the uncle who had watched me grow up, and he was quite old; he probably didn't have any ulterior motives.

"Baby, are you really alright? Say something," Henry asked again. I still couldn't answer.

Just then, Henry's hands suddenly grabbed my left and right breasts respectively. I tried to remain calm and rationally analyze everything. Was this just a hallucination caused by being drunk? Or had Henry actually been taking advantage of me earlier, but I was too drunk to notice?

Then he did it again. This time, he was even more brazen in kneading my breasts.

"Are you alright?" Henry asked.

I wanted to say something. I wanted to tell him how I felt. I wanted to ask him what he was doing and why he wasn't letting go. But I couldn't do anything.

Henry's breathing gradually synchronized with the rhythm of his kneading of my breasts. I could feel his penis slowly swelling on my right thigh. Since I could hear and feel him so clearly, why was I powerless to stop him? Could it be that I subconsciously wanted to be violated?

I heard someone behind me ask, "Is she alright, Henry?" Henry replied, "Don't worry, she's fine. She just drank a little too much."

"Baby, are you alright?" Henry probed again. I still didn't react.

Helpless, I could only pray that my limbs would regain their instincts soon, and I hoped that my husband would come over at any moment.

Henry's left hand released my left breast and began to rub up and down my left thigh in a strange way. I was shocked to find that he was rolling up my skirt piece by piece, and then he gently pulled my stockings and underwear down to the middle of my thigh. My thighs and buttocks were exposed bare to the cold night sky.

"Very good," Henry exclaimed.

"Baby, how are you?" Henry asked repeatedly, but still received no response.

I felt as if I were watching myself being played with on a television screen. I couldn't do anything.

I was leaning forward with my legs slightly apart. Henry's hand slid down the curve of my buttocks, his fingers extending between my legs.

I could guess what would happen next, even though I had no feeling in my lower body. I was extremely unwilling. I wanted to scream and shout, I wanted to resist, but I was powerless.

"Perfect. Baby, you can tell me when you want me to stop, and I will respect your wishes," Henry said provocatively, then suddenly withdrew his fingers.

I felt the hem of my skirt fall back into place, and at the same time heard the sound of a zipper. I wondered if it was the zipper of my skirt? Had Henry stripped me naked in an open-air place?

Henry's left hand was still holding my right breast, and his right hand lifted my skirt again.

"Goodnight!" someone called out in our direction.

I looked up slightly and saw two blurry figures walking towards the parking lot.

"Is she alright?" they asked as they walked.

"She'll be fine soon."

"Let's continue," Henry said to me, his fingers returning to between my legs. But this time, he was holding something between his fingers.

I felt myself gradually sinking into a semi-conscious state. My eyes could only open halfway, my brain could only receive information, but I couldn't control my limbs. I wondered if I was dreaming? Maybe I had drunk too much at the party and was now passed out in the club.

A hard penis was thrusting straight into my vagina. After all, I was a woman who had given birth twice. Henry thrust casually, filling my vagina with his entire penis. The feeling of my vagina being completely penetrated was so real. It could only be real.

"Ahhh, that's amazing." Henry's breath was on the back of my neck, and his hands began to move to my thighs.

He grabbed my right breast with his left hand, and supported my right waist with his right hand, attacking me from behind in a doggy-style position.

He pushed her for only a few moments before suddenly stopping. Then I heard my husband's voice: "Henry, is she alright?"

"I drank too much."

"Okay, I'll bring the car over right away."

"Okay, go ahead."

When I looked up, I could only watch my husband's back slowly disappear into the distance. Henry urged me softly from behind, "Looks like we need to step it up."

Henry's penis thrust faster and harder inside me.

I couldn't believe my body wasn't reacting to any of this. I couldn't believe I was being raped in public by my father's friend. I couldn't believe that my friends and family were in a building not far away when this happened.

But what I couldn't believe the most was that my husband was only a few feet away from me when Henry raped me.

The thrusting suddenly stopped, followed by a groan from Henry.

"It's been so long since I felt this good. Thank you, baby," Henry whispered in my ear.

Afterwards, he straightened my skirt and his own clothes. Shortly afterward, I remember a car headlight starting to approach us.

Henry helped me into the car. I heard my husband say, "Could you please settle her in for me? I'll go get the two kids."

I remember sitting in the single seat next to the driver. Henry helped me fasten my seatbelt. At that moment, my eyelids felt unusually heavy, and I couldn't open my eyes anymore.

"Don't worry, baby. You won't get pregnant."

Just when I thought it was all over, a hand reached directly into my skirt through my collar, grabbed my right breast, and squeezed it wantonly several times.

"Is Mom drunk?" A loud voice from afar finally made the unruly hand withdraw. "Mom just drank a little too much and is a bit tired," Henry replied.

I fell asleep in the car on the way home. I was bedridden for the next two days. Even today, I'm still trying hard to forget what happened after the party that night.

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