Another story I saved many moons ago - 0rigin unknown.
I rewrote it, and added another chapter.
See if you like it, I did.
Wetback (original name) 1
Even though we were both exhausted I stood impatiently watching both sides
of the street -- especially for the pea green Border Patrol vehicles that
frequently patrolled San Diego's neighborhoods looking for illegals as my
wife, in her dusty clothes sat quietly on the sidewalk. "Maria, where the
hell's the van," I spoke in Spanish -- she knew better than to answer -- they
were already ten minutes late -- I had a bad feeling.
Using the same method we'd always used when returning to the United
States from Mexico after visiting our parents in Guadalajara. We had crossed the
border just six hours ago from Mexico, reaching our spot in a run down San
Diego neighborhood around 3:00 AM, where our ride was supposed to pick us up at
exactly 9:00 AM. I'd arranged and prepaid three months earlier for a van ride
with two gringos from San Diego to our jobs on an apple farm in Tacoma -- taking the train or the bus was too dangerous.
Finally, around 9:30, a decent looking van drove up the street. The
driver looked at us saying the code word to which I correctly replied with the
counter response. His partner got out and opened the side door, we grabbed our
bags and hopped in -- our 24 hour journey home had begun.
There were no passenger seats inside the rear of roomy van so we both sat
on the carpeted floor. With my best English, I asked the driver, "Why are you
late?" Ignoring my question his partner commanded, "give me your bags," we
complied. They swiftly examined the contents inside our three bags containing
mostly clothes and some mementoes from our trip. Pulling out a pair of my wife's panties the partner looked back to give Maria a nasty grin while holding the crotch under his nose before finally putting them back and returning them to us.
For the next 7 hours they drove continuously. My wife and I both, badly needed to relieve ourselves, but because I was intimidated by these two dangerous men it took the better part of an hour before I could gather enough courage to finally speak. As politely as I could, I tried explaining our predicament.
"Can't stop here, it's 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 picked up a rancid looking jar from his feet and tossed it back to us.
"Piss in there -- just like in Mexico," he said as they both began laughing. I gave the jar to my wife and as she tried to figure out how best to deal with the situation they slowed to a stop on the shoulder of the freeway. They both turned to watch my wife.
Although I tried blocking their view by putting myself between my wife and them, 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. Upon finally realizing there was no alternative, she removed her pants giving them only a side view.
Even though I was absolutely livid, I was totally helpless. The fact that my wife was an attractive woman made it all that much more painful. They whistled when they saw the side of her naked torso and cheered as she got into position and her urine flowed into the jar. When she finished, she handed me the jar and quickly pulled her panties and pants back on. The driver whistled appreciatively as he caught glimpse of her hairy bush.
I handed the jar back up to the partner who briefly studied its contents before spilling the yellow fluid onto the desert ground and handed the jar back to me. Thankful that I was able to quickly finish my business without comment, I returned the jar to the partner who once again released its content onto the desert.
My wife and I were both asleep when twelve hours into our ride home, I felt the van turning off the freeway and slowing down. I figured they were stopping for gas. However when they both got out, I peeked out -- we were in front of an isolated motel -- this was strange as I'd paid for a direct 24-hour ride.
Within a few minutes they'd both returned and drove to a room in the rear of the motel. The driver said that we were stopping here for the night. I explained that this wasn't in the deal, but they didn't care.
We waited in the van while they entered the room first. Seeing that the coast was clear, they opened the back and hustled us inside.
The room had only two single beds -- we were instructed to sit in the corner and warned to not move. Upon bringing in some beer the driver said, "Let's have some entertainment" -- sending a chill down my spine.
We both looked down hoping they wouldn't notice us. "Excuse me, Lady," the partner spoke standing directly 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 before grabbing my wife's wrist and began ripping the front of her blouse open.
Seeing that he was hurting her I told them, "OK, she'll do as you say, but don't hurt us."
"That's a good boy," the driver said from the bed.
Turning away from the men, she began unbuttoning her blouse. "Turn around," the partner commanded. She continued to remove her blouse and now stood in her bra and pants waiting for their command. She was instructed to continue, next came her pants -- she now stood before them in only her underwear.
Their erections were clearly visible as they realized the true beauty of my wife standing practically naked for their pleasure. Quickly removing their clothes they were completely naked within seconds; their throbbing erections now pointing towards my wife.
Removing her panties first, she tried to cover her mound with one hand while removing her bra. Then after removing her bra she attempted to cover her ample breasts as best as she could with the other. Instructing her to put her hands aside, she did as she was told.
They continued to take in the sight of my wife's nude body for quite awhile. She had stunning breasts and a beautiful olive complexion. "Let's get her cleaned up," the driver suggested. They then took my wife to the bathroom. I heard the shower being turned on and could only surmise that the three of them were bathing together.
Unaware of the events occurring in the bathroom I continued to wait in the corner as I'd been told. After about ten minutes I heard shouts of glee from amidst the sound of shower spray. My heart sunk when they finally came out -- the two men were still nude but their penises were no longer erect, my wife wrapped in a towel with wet hair followed. "She does wonders with her mouth - you're a lucky man," the driver commented.
Maria totally ignored my presence and brought them each a beer before removing her towel and snuggling closely with the driver on his bed. Even from here I could smell her freshly cleaned body and hair.
I can't explain why I continued to watch, but I did.
The driver was gently squeezing my wife's firm ass making her instinctively snuggle up even closer laying her head on his chest I could see her talented tongue darting out from between her full lips gently licking his nipples as her fingers cradled his hairy balls.
With the partner calling her, she stood up and went towards his bed. I couldn't believe that my own wife had become a shameless wanton slut within a mere half hour. My precious wife wanted to be fucked by these two dangerous strangers. Placing herself over his body, his dick once again became hard as she gently rubbed the head of his cock within the lips of her slit.
The partner couldn't believe his luck and that Maria was so willing to do the nasty with them both. His rough hands were fondling my wife's beautiful breasts. She moaned in delight as his lips wrapped around her dark brown nipple. With my wife's help he was hard again, his cock easily slipped into her pussy. It was the first time she'd ever had another man's penis inside of
her -- she seemed ecstatic. Her tight brown body moved up and down as I continued to watch his boner go in and out of my wife's precious pussy. The sight of her bouncing breasts were a delight to watch.
Judging from the size of his erection I could see the driver was also enjoying the view. I'd been so engrossed in watching my wife riding this stranger that I hadn't noticed the driver had begun taking pictures which I hoped was for his private collection -- I didn't want pictures of my wife fucking these two animals appearing in one of those sleazy adult magazines.
Changing positions she straddled the bed doggie style with her ass facing towards me burying her hand between her thighs rubbing her swollen clit as if she were in one of those adult flicks we'd occasionally watched . Then without protest and/or resistance on her part, he jammed his middle finger into her ass hole as my wife moaned arching her head back and shuddering with pleasure. If the look on her face was any indication, I would have guessed she was enjoying his finger probing the depths of her anus.
Standing on the side of the bed, he rammed his penis back into her wet pussy. Maria was pounded relentlessly while the driver continued snapping pictures. The partner's orgasm was of monumental proportions as grabbed every ounce of pleasure from my wife's willing pussy before emptying every drop of his sperm into her belly.
The action wasn't over yet, with globs of cum dripping down the inside of my wife's thighs, the driver began frenching my wife's pretty mouth. Like lovers, they had their arms around each other's naked bodies as they pressed into one another.
My world was shattered! Here was my best friend, my wife, the future mother of my children, buck-ass-naked on a motel bed with the sperm of a previous lover
dripping from her well fucked cunt as she tried to stick her tongue down the
throat of a second stranger who'd soon be enjoying her body.
The partner took over the picture taking duties as the driver and Maria
fell onto the bed slowly and passionately making love. Although I was confused,
I was mesmerized as they took their time fucking. I wanted to feel anger and
jealousy as these men took advantage of my wife, but the fact that she seemed
to be a willing and passionate accomplice rather than a victim had me in a
state of shock -- in an attempt at retaining my what sanity I had left, I
repeatedly reassured myself that it must be some sort of drug they'd forced on
her in the bathroom that had turned her into the slut she'd become.
Although dimmed, there was enough light so that I could witness this
humiliation. It was now very late, I tried sleeping as my wife shuffled her
naked body 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. Before resuming our journey Maria would
again have her tonsils painted by both men.
After the long humiliating night we were again hustled quickly into the
rear of the van. It seemed unusual to see Maria clothed.
We remained distant, not speaking to one another the remainder of the trip.
Being worn out from the previous night's activities she soon fell asleep as the
van rocked and rolled down the highways. Thankfully, they didn't fuck my wife
again.
Finally, we were home. Our friends came running to greet us,
giving us wonderful welcoming-home hugs. Even though Maria never explained
why she did what she did, our relationship has never been the same.
Eventually over a period of time, I could, in my heart would forgive her
for what she had done with those two men. However, no matter how hard I tried I
was never able to forget the events of that faithful night and as a result I
could never express those words of forgiveness directly to her face.
That night in that motel two years ago seems as if it were distant
incident. I'd begun feeling like a man again, but I should have known that such
an event would forever haunt us.
One Friday afternoon Carlos -- a slimy man, whom most everyone
maintained a distance from -- approached me in the hallway after everyone had
already left for the weekend.
"Juan I wanted to show you this for past three months," he mercifully said
from a distance as I caught a whiff of his putrid breath. Deftly opening a
crumbling and well used magazine I Instantly recognized the pictures! Over a
five page spread were the pictures of Maria, naked on the motel bed fucking
those two awful men. I was shaking terribly. "Every night I jerk myself to
sleep looking at your beautiful wife," Carlos said. "But I can't take it any
longer. I want to fuck Maria or I'll show this to everyone."
Before I even knew what had happened, I'd knocked Carlos down with a single
blow. He laid there unconscious with his nose bleeding as I grabbed the magazine
from his hand and walked away. I burned the magazine and tried to forget everything about those pictures.