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Part 1.A here:
Sorry for having to break this up weird. This is a story I was inspired to write for Literotica. The inspiration story was by SirRender.
“Two on one ain’t good odds muchacho.” The younger of the two smiled up at me, and began stepping back to my wife, and he took the other side of my wife.
“Look, we need to get going, between this heat, and checking in at my office. You both seem to enjoy looking at my boobs. How about I ride to town topless with you?”
“That’s a start chica.” The younger man slid his hand around her waist, and she was now pinned between the two men. The older of the two rubbed gently on her back.
“Problem is, we can already see them missy.” The older man said as his hand snaked back to her shoulder.
“OK, how about I let you guys touch them a bit? Can we get going though, it’s so hot out here.”
“There’s AC in the van.” The older man said, as his hand crept across her collarbone and landed on her top button. “You should come get out of the heat and start on your payment.” He popped her button, and I could see his friend’s hand slide below her waist.
“OK, Nude.” Both men looked at each other, as the old man undid another button on her blouse. I stood there, feeling helpless as these two men pawed at my bride. She looked at them, back and forth, beggingly, and the older man simply lowered his hand and undid another button. Now, the curve of both breasts was completely exposed to the air. He shook his head, as I wondered how far this was going. A knot developed in my stomach.
“You want me to go down on you or something?” She said nervously, as the older man, whose name I still hadn’t heard, went for one of her two last buttons. “Or something…”
“Wait, you can’t mean…” her weight shifted, as Miguel obviously slid his hand up her skirt. I could see it billowing. In the slight breeze. Knowing his hand was on her naked ass. Part of me wished I had a gun. But part of me was enjoying this sight. We had talked about swinging or sharing, but this is definitely not what I had in mind.
“It’s a long way to Toledo.” The old man said, letting the word hang there. He looked at me, then winked, as he slid the thin fabric of her blouse out of the way, and he enjoyed the sight of her unobstructed breast.”
“But we just need a ride to the next town.” His finger lightly flicked her nipple, and she let out a gasp.
“You won’t get your car fixed in time. These Korean cars’re known for their cracked engine blocks.” He looked at me and winked. “Should’ve bought American.” His other hand disappeared behind her waist, as I watched the tanned hand of Miguel snake to her other breast. Both of the hands were mauling her breasts soon. “This ain’t no easy fix. And if’n we’re going to take you all the way…” he let the words hang in the air.
“Then you go all the way.” Miguel said with a sadistic glee. Christy gulped, and her eyes stared blankly ahead. I started planning my strategy. I bet the older man would go down pretty easy, but the Mexican, while short, looked pretty jacked. As I planned it out, picturing the ass beating these two deserved, Christy responded.
“So if I sleep with both of you, you’ll drive us to Toledo.”
“Tres.” said Miguel matter of factly.
She turned to look at him, shocked. He unfastened another button.
“Mateo stayed in the van. So if you fuck all three of us, we’ll give you a ride and a tow, all the way yo Toledo.”
My blood boiled as the last button was released.
“OK.”
At first, I was shocked, I could barely hear her whisper. It seemed that neither of the predators had either. “Chica, say that again.”
“Fine, I’ll do it. I’ll fuck all three of you.”
I stomped forward. “The fuck you will…”
It was Christy now who stepped forward to stop me. “Jason, stop. Listen baby.” I stopped, and looked into her pleading baby blue eyes. I stopped. “We’re hours of walking away from any help, no one else has stopped, and this is the kind of heat people die in. I don’t have a choice. I got us into this, and I’ll get us out of it.”
“I’m not going to let them rape you.”
“Hey, pal. We ain’t going to hurt your lady. We’re all just going to have some fun.” Yeah, I thought, this is real fun for me and Christy.
I looked at her again, the sweat beading on her face, flushed from the heat and the attention.
“We’ve talked about doing this, but I know neither of us wanted to do it this way. It’s ok though. It’s a small price to pay to get us out of here.” She leaned in, and gave me a kiss.
“Are you sure?” I asked her. She hugged me tightly. I could feel her body trembling.
“Yes, I’m sure. It’s better than waiting here God only knows how long for help.” She turned back to the two men. “I’ll do it.”
“Glad you’re smarter than yer ol’ man. The van’s pretty messy though, I wouldn’t want to mess up your clothes.”
“What?!” she exclaimed.
“Here’s how it’s gunna go down. You’re gunna give your clothes to Jason over there,” he nodded at me. “Then you’re gunna get in the van, let all of us have a piece of ya. Then, we’ll hook yer car up to tow it, and we’ll take y’all to Toledo.”
She nodded, and we stepped back to our car.
“You don’t have to do this.” I said to her.
“Yes I do. I love you.” She kissed me. Then she pulled back, and quickly slipped out of her shirt. Here was my lovely wife, now topless, on the side of the road, in front of two strangers. I was enraged, and turned on, and ashamed.
“Turn around sweetheart.” She sighed and hung her head. I could see her fear and anxiety, but she steeled her resolve, straightened up and she turned to face the men. “Mighty fine pair you have there,” the old man sneered, as Miguel licked his lips and rubbed his hands. The world seemed frozen for just a moment, and an eerie silence fell. I saw her shoulders rise, as she took in a deep breath. Then, without prompting, she unbuttoned her skirt, and pulled it off. She held it up over her head.
I stood, frozen in shock. The situation was so bizarre and unexpected that I couldn’t move. My entire body stiffened. I was snapped out of it by Christy’s voice. “Honey, can you take this please.” I took her skirt. And there she was, nude. She strutted over to the two men. I watched her ass bounce as she strutted towards them. “Let’s get this going then.” She reached the two men.
“Wow Jethro, good call stopping.”
The irony hit me like a ton of bricks. I did tell her earlier she was going to put on a show for Jethro. Was this fate?
The men spun her around so she was facing me. Their hands on her tits, and Jethro feeling her pussy. “I love me some hair down there. It feels weird if there’s none.” She gasped as his hand moved a bit. “We won’t be too long.” He looked at me. The pregnant pause was interrupted by a bunch of honking. I turned to see a white sedan speed past us. I couldn’t make out who was in the car, but whoever that was, just saw my wife, being fingered, on the side of the road, by a total stranger. I needed to say something. I turned back, and they were pulling her into the van.
“Wait!” I yelled, but it was too late. I heard the van door slide shut. I ran up, and knocked on the door. No answer. I pounded harder, and I heard a voice.
“Stop pounding on my dang van man. Behave, and you can ride in here to Toledo.” I stopped, frozen, defeated, holding my wife’s blouse and skirt, as the realization that she was about to get gangbanged in a cornfield in the middle of nowhere. Rage consumed me, as I thought of how degrading this was for her. Lust also popped into my head, wishing to at least see and guarantee her safety. Jealousy, as I realized I was not going to be there. Finally, I accepted fate, and returned to my car. I tossed her clothes in the car. Suddenly, I felt incredibly thirsty. I grabbed one of the bottles of water out of the backseat, and took a few giant gulps. I looked to the van, that eerie silence had returned. Maybe I could hear something. Stepping forward, I inched towards the van. Reaching the back, I tried to peer into the back, but no matter how I tried to crane my head and look, my view was obscured. Suddenly, I could hear muffled voices. I leaned my head in, trying to catch what was being said. Unfortunately, I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I ran around to the front, maybe I could see in through there. I tried desperately to look into each side window, and through the windshield, but I could only make out vague shapes. I could make out a light in there, and my heart sank. A cellphone. Those bastards were taking pictures, maybe more. My heart sank. I slumped down against the passenger side door. Frustration getting the better of me, I hit the side of the van. The van responded, it rocked back. Then again. I rose to my feet. I went back to the back of the van. Listening closely, above the creaks of the vehicle, I could hear a mix of moaning and grunting. The van started to rustle more rapidly, its pace quickening and the suspension creaking under the motion. The moaning got louder, I leaned in to listen. Between her moans, it sounded like she was saying something, but I couldn’t make it out. The rocking slowed, and stopped. I could again hear muffled voices, but nothing more. Then I heard a sharp moan from Christy. I started thinking of getting bloody, violent revenge on these fuckers. The curtain fluttered a bit. The curtain went taut. What was going on in there? Now I wondered what kind of pictures they were getting. Were there videos? I felt guilty, and ashamed, as those thoughts filled my head. I heard a metallic clang. I glanced back at the curtain. It looked like one of the rings had broken. The curtain was hanging down in the corner. I moved and craned to look inside. I saw her leg, held in the air. I could see a very pasty ass bouncing up and down, but that was it. I wish I could see more. I stood, transfixed, knowing his cock was going in and out of her. I could hear her moans. At least she was enjoying herself. Or putting on a convincing show. The curtain started sliding back and forth, giving me a slightly better view. Suddenly, he stopped thrusting, and the van stopped rocking. I could see him shuffling around, and instinctively, I ducked. Why was I concerned with them seeing me? They knew I knew what was happening.
There was something very strange about what was happening. Again I could hear the muffled voices. Curiosity got the better of me. I peaked back in the window. I could make out a tan body, and a fairly large dick. His hand was pumping it, and making it grow even larger. The curtain pulled back further, and I could make out the face of Miguel. He had the widest grin I’ve seen. I couldn’t see Christy’s face, but I could make out her breast, with its engorged nipple. She was talking to him, and I could see him laugh. He knelt down between her legs, and his hand went down between the two of them.
She gasped, and I knew he had entered her. He started slow, but that didn’t last. Soon he was pounding her. I saw a cellphone slide in from the left, and I now knew they were taking video. Her guttural moans were so loud, and her breast was bouncing back and forth. The van was really rocking now. It was hard for me to see, as the curtain was sliding back and forth. It was hypnotic, and dirty. I could feel my own erection straining against my jeans. Suddenly, it seemed like the curtain rod broke, and the curtain on this window fell down completely. I could see everything. Her legs pushed high into the air, braced against his shoulders, and Miguel sawing back and forth in her. Her moans were so loud. Her face scrunched from the intensity. That was her O face. I watched as her legs shaked against his shoulders.
I heard a car speed past me, but I did not care. Here I was, watching my wife get fucked by a man she had only met fifteen minutes ago, in the back of an incredibly creaky van. I stood there, watching her get used, after she had been pressured into it. Suddenly he stopped, and said something to her. He pulled out and backed away. His cock glistened with her juices.
Fuck. No condom. Of course there wouldn’t be one. She rolled over, her red hair hanging down in front of her face. I saw him position himself behind her, and thrust back in. That moan escaped the van. He picked up like he lost no time, pumping desperately into her. I’m ashamed of it, but I unzipped my pants and started jacking. He looked down at her ass, and I presume his cock pushing in and out. He signaled to someone, and I saw the phone get passed to him. He picked up his pace, and I heard her moans intensify. I watched as he held the phone pointed down with one hand, and then he smacked her ass. Her head whipped up, her hair out of her face. She saw me. Looked right in my eye, and I came. It looked like she did too. And soon, I saw her turn and say something. He shook his head. She asked again. And then I saw him thrust forward and hold himself there. Her head dropped back down. I looked at him, seeing his eyes squinting. Then he opened them, he looked right at me, and he gave me a thumbs up. This whole situation was fucking ridiculous.
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