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Date: Tue,  2 Apr 1996 19:35:32 UTC

Subject: New Story: The Trip to Washington (MMf, wife, humil)

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Standard Disclaimer :   

   

This story contains material of adult nature.  Please do not read

any further if this offends you or if you are underaged.

  

  

  

  

by Erostyle  

  

  

The Trip to Washington





     They were ten minutes late and I already had a bad feeling. 

My wife, in her dusty clothes, sat down quietly on the sidewalk. 

We just crossed the border six hours ago from Mexico.  We reached

our spot at 3:00 AM and our ride was supposed to be here exactly

at 9:00 AM.  I still stood impatiently watching both sides of the

street in this run down San Diego neighborhood eventhough I was

totally exhausted from the crossing.  I was especially looking

for the green Border Patrol trucks.

     "Maria, where the hell's the van," I spoke in Spanish.

     She knew better not to reply.  I had arranged for this trip

three months ago.  We went to visit our parents in Guadalajara

and we used the same method we always used to get back into the

United States.  I also prepaid for the van ride from San Diego to

Tacoma.  Taking the train or the bus was too dangerous.  Two

gringos were supposed to take us all the way back to our little

apartment and our kids.

     Finally at 9:23 AM, a decent looking van drove up the

street.  The driver looked at us and said the code word.  I

replied correctly.  His partner got out and opened the rear door.

We grabbed our bags and hopped in.

     The 24 hour drive started.  There were no seats inside the

roomy van so we both sat on the carpeted floor.  I went to the

driver and said in my best English, "Why are you late?"

     No one replied.  The partner just commanded, "Give me your

bags."

     We complied.  They swiftly looked into our three bags,

finding mostly toys and clothes we brought back for my 6 year old

boy and my 3 year old girl staying with my sister.  The partner

found my wife's panties and began sniffing it.  He looked back to

give a nasty grin to my wife.  He then put the panties back into

the bags and returned them to us.

     They drove continuously for 7 hours.  My wife and I both

needed to relieve ourselves badly.  It took me about an hour to

get the courage to speak up.  I was intimidated by these two men

who I knew were dangerous.  As politely as I could, I explained

our predicament.

     "Can't stop here, it is too dangerous," was the driver's

curt reply.

     Ten minutes later I was pleading for them to stop.  My wife

was literally in tears.  The partner then picked up something

from his feet and tossed it back to us.  It was a rancid looking

jar.  "Piss in there.  Just like in Mexico." he said and they

both began laughing.

     I gave the jar to my wife.  As she tried to figure out how

to handle this, they slowed to stop on the shoulder of the

freeway.  They both turned to look at my wife.  I then put myself

in front of my wife so that they couldn't see much.  However I

was ordered to get out of the way.  My wife sat there for ten

minutes with tears streaming down her cheeks as they taunted her

to begin.  Finally seeing there was no choice, she removed her

pants giving them only a side view.  I was livid but I was

totally helpless.  It was more painful because my wife was an

attractive woman.  They whistled as they got to see a side of her

naked torso and cheered as she got into the position and as her

piss started to flow into the jar.  When she finish, she handed

me the jar and quickly pulled up her panties and pants.  The

driver got a glimpse of her hairy bush and whistled

appreciatively.  I handed the jar to the partner.  He studied it

for a moment and then spilled the contents onto the desert.  He

handed the jar back to me and I did my job quickly.  Once again

he released its content onto the desert.

     Twelve hours into the ride, both my wife and I were sleeping

in the van.  I felt the van getting off the freeway and slowing

down.  When it stopped, I figured they going to fill up the tank.

However both the men got out and I peeked out the van.  We were

in front of a very isolated motel.  This was strange.  There was

supposed to be no stopping.  I had paid for a direct 24 hour

ride.

     Few minutes later they both got in the van and drove for a

minute.  The driver said that we were stopping here for the

night.  I explained that this was not in the deal but they didn't

care.

     They got into the room first and we waited in the van. 

Seeing that the coast was clear, they opened the back and hustled

us into the room.  There were two single beds only in the room. 

We were told to sit in the corner of the room and not to move. 

They brought in some beer.

     The driver said, "Let us have some entertainment."

     A chill went up my spine.  We both looked down hoping they

didn't notice us.

     "Excuse me, Lady," the partner spoke standing right in front

of my wife.  "Please stand up."

     She did.

     "Good," he said.  "Let us see what you got."

     "I no understand," Maria mumbled.

     "I see, you want to play rough," the partner smirked showing

his badly kept teeth.

     The partner got hold of my wife's wrist and started to rip

off her blouse.  He was hurting her and I said, "OK, she will do

as you say, but don't hurt us."

     "That's a good boy," the driver said from the bed.

     Facing away from the men, she began unbuttoning her blouse.

     "Turn around," the partner commanded.

     She removed her blouse and stood in her bra and pants

waiting for their command.

     They told her to continue.

     Next came the pants.  She now stood in her undergarments.

     Their erections were clearly showing now as they realized

they got a beauty standing practically naked for them.  They

quickly removed their clothes and were totally naked in seconds,

their throbbing erections now pointing towards my wife.

     She first took off her panties.  She covered her mound with

one hand and then removed her bra.  The other hand now covered

her breasts.  They told her to put her hands aside.  She did as

she was told.  They took in the sight for quite awhile.  She had

stunning breasts and a beautiful olive complexion.

     "Let's get her cleaned up," the driver suggested.

     They took my wife to the bathroom.  The shower was turned on

and the three of them were bathing together as far as I could

tell.  I waited in the room not knowing what they were doing with

my wife.  I could here shouts of glee coming amidst the sound of

the water.

     Then they came out.  The two men were naked but their

peckers were no longer erect.  My heart sank.  My wife came out

wrapped in a towel, her hair wet.

     "She does wonders with her mouth.  You are a lucky man," the

driver said to me.

     My wife totally ignored my presence.  She brought each of

them a beer, then removed her towel and snuggled next to the

driver on his bed.  Even from here I could smell her freshly

cleaned body and hair.  The driver's hand was gently squeezing my

wife's ass.  She snuggled closer, her head on his chest.  I

could see that she was gently licking his nipples.  Her fingers

were fondling his hairy balls.

     I don't know what made me do it but I kept watching the

action.  The partner then called her.  She stood up and went

towards his bed.  I couldn't believe that she became a slut

within half an hour.  My precious wife wanted to be fucked by

these two dangerous strangers.  She placed herself over his body.

His dick was rising again as she gently rubbed it on her pussy. 

The partner couldn't believe his luck that she was so willing to

do the nasty with them.  His rough hands were fondling my wife's

beautiful breasts.  She moaned in delight.  As his erection

became hard again, it slipped into her pussy.  It was the first

time she ever had another man's penis in her.  She seemed

ecstatic.  Her tight body moved up and down and I watched his

boner go in and out of my wife's precious pussy.  The bouncing of

her breasts were also a beautiful sight to see.  I could see the

driver was enjoying the view.  His erection showed it.

     I was so engrossed in watching my wife fucking this stranger

that I didn't notice the driver taking pictures.  He was clicking

away at his camera which I hoped was for his private collection. 

I didn't want my wife's naked picture of her fucking someone

appear in one of those cheap adult magazines.

     They changed positions.  She was on the bed doggy style, her

ass facing me.  I could see her pink asshole.  He was sticking

his finger in it and she was enjoying it.  Like in those adult

movies she had her hand between her legs, rubbing her clit.  His

finger was going deep into her anus and she was shaking with

pleasure.  Standing on the side of the bed, he rammed his penis

back into her wet pussy.  He was pounding with force and the

driver kept taking pictures.

     His cum was monumental.  He was grabbing every ounce of

pleasure from my wife's willing pussy.  He finally stopped as

every drop of his sperm filled her insides.

     The action didn't stop.  While globs of cum were dripping

down my wife's thighs, the driver started french kissing my

wife's pretty mouth.  Like lovers, they had their arms around

each other and their naked bodies pressed to each other.  The

partner took over the picture taking duties.  They fell onto the

bed and their slow and passionate lovemaking began.  I was

confused and mesmerized as they took their time fucking.  I

wanted to feel anger and jealousy as these men took advantage of

my wife.  But her being a willing and passionate accomplice was a

total shock to me.  It must be some drugs they forced on her in

the bathroom that made her into the slut she was.  I kept saying

that to keep me from getting crazy.

     They dimmed the lights.  They kept the lights on so that I

could witness this humiliation.  I tried sleeping as it was very

late.  My wife shuffled her naked torso from bed to bed

throughout the night, giving each of them a warm delicious body

to snuggle with.  I remember waking up at the break of dawn as

the partner and my wife had the bed creaking again.  He cuddled

Maria from behind, his penis once again in her.

     Seeing my wife in clothes felt unusual after the long

humiliating night.  The drive began again.  We kept distant, not

speaking to each other in the back of the van.  She soon fell

asleep as the van rocked and rolled over the highways. 

Thankfully they didn't fuck my wife again.  We reached home

finally.  Our son and daughter came running towards us giving us

each a wonderfully welcoming hug.  The van took off.

     My wife never explained why she did what she did.  Our

relationship was never the same.  After a long time, I forgived

her in my heart but never to her face.  However, I couldn't

forget that night, its vision kept coming back in my dreams.  As

my boy became 10 years old, that night in that motel was just a

distant incident.  Four years has passed and I started to feel

like a man again.  But I should have known that such an event

would never leave me.

     Carlos was a slimy and stinking man.  Most of us at work

kept our distance from him.  One Friday afternoon when everyone

was gone, he approached me in the hallway.

     "Juan I wanted to show you this for three years now," he

spoke mercifully from a distance as I could still get a whiff of

his awful breath.  In his hands was a crumbling and well used

magazine.  He deftly opened it to the right pages and I instantly

recognized the pictures.  Over a five page spread I saw the

pictures of my wife naked fucking those two awful men.  I was

shaking terribly.

     "Every night I jerked myself to sleep over your beautiful

wife," Carlos spoke.  "But I can't take it no more.  I want to

fuck Maria or else I will show this to everyone."

     Before I even knew what I had done, I realized I had knocked

Carlos down with a punch to his face.  His nose was bleeding.  I

grabbed the magazine from his hand and walked away.

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