ENJOYED IT
We had never thought we would enjoy such a thing, but it happened. My wife was raped and we both got-off from the experience. It matched a scenario she had imagined during our love-making. It was a little scary while it happened but extremely arousing in retrospect.
We were riding through south Texas one afternoon and our car needed gas. We hadn't seen anything for miles and stopped in the first place we saw. It was a little run-down gas station in front of a convenience store and bar. It was a weekday so not many people were around. We'd taken the day off. It was very hot and we were trying to keep cool. We had gone to see some old ruins of a frontier ghost town, but we never did find it. We gave up and were driving home in our convertible with the top down.
We stopped at the gas station and while I pumped the gas, my wife Connie went looking for the rest room. She was wearing a pair of cutoff jean shorts and a halter top, no bra. I had to give the guy running the place two twenties before he would pump the gas. It wasn't self-service.
Connie called to me and said she wanted something cool to drink, so I went inside to join her. Connie said she'd like something with it, so we went into the little bar area and ordered two beers and nachos.
Connie was in an adventuresome mood. However, I was a bit leery and whispered that "This looks like a dangerous place."
She said, "Of course it's not. They seem like nice people." It was modern day Texas, nothing to worry about.
Now Connie and I have done some role playing and discussed our sexual fantasies. Among her imaginary scenarios, she liked thinking about bondage and being forced to have sex. My role in these scenarios varied, but often, we imagined I would watch her having sex but wouldn't participate. Sometimes, I'd watch helplessly. She liked that and I liked the idea of watching her be ravished and losing control of herself and acting like a wanton slut. Fantasy was about to become reality.
We were drinking our beers and eating the nachos. It was not air-conditioned and we were both sweating while trying to cool ourselves with the beer. We ordered another.
I hadn't noticed two young men standing beside the juke box. They were drinking beer, laughing and talking.
We were nearly done with our beer when the two guys approached us and told the bartender to give us each a tequila. I thanked them, but declined. It seemed to offend the one guy a little.
I told Connie it was time to leave but as we were getting up from our chairs, the one guy asked her to dance. I said no thanks, but the guy persisted and Connie said, "One dance won't hurt anything. They seem like nice kids."
I didn't see it that way, but I watched Connie dance a moderately-paced number with the one guy. She looked sexy, swaying her hips and doing dance-moves with her partner. They both were enjoying themselves. The other fella joined them and one dance led to another then another. Connie was having a good time and I like seeing her dance. After a few dances, the three of them were performing some provocative dance moves. Connie can dance in a dirty-dancing' way, pumping her hips and twerking her ass. In her short-shorts, she looked pretty hot. She would bump her ass into their crotches and raise her arms over her head, wiggling her tits under her revealing shirt. Her halter-top was damp in the high humidity and was clinging to her chest which highlighted her breasts and her protruding nipples.
The two guys were running the jukebox. The only other guy there was the gas station attendant slash bar-tender. He was busy with something in the store, so there were only the four of us in the little bar area.
Connie is a teacher and I think the young guys reminded her of some of her students. Perhaps she, in turn, reminded them of one of their teachers.
I went to the head and then we got to our third beers. When I returned, they turned on a slow song. The one guy held my wife by the hips and danced with her. She put her arms around his neck and closed her eyes to the relaxing music. The beers and the hot weather were getting to her.
When he moved his hands down her hips and cupped her ass cheeks. I got concerned and got ready to intervene. Connie saw me and smiled mouthing "It's okay." It wasn't by me, but my intention was to get out of there after that song. It was erotic watching the young man groping my wife's ass. His hands moved on her bare skin up under her shorts.
The young man, let's call him number one passed Connie to the other guy for the remainder of the dance. That guy, number two, repeated the hands on the ass move but also pulled Connie closer to him, pushing his crotch into hers. She pushed him away, but he was persistent. Not wanting to make too big of a deal of it, she let him continue to the end of the song. They were swinging around slowly, looking like they were joined at their crotches.
Connie was probably a little-drunk and was laughing, oblivious to the potential danger of the situation. When they asked her for yet another dance, she agreed without asking me. I was getting annoyed and told her "Let's go. We have a long drive."
Throughout the dancing, the two young men were talking back and forth with the owner in Spanish and Connie made a few comments as well. I don't understand Spanish and had no idea what they were talking about.
The next thing that happened was the owner/attendant dude said the gas took the whole $40, which was ridiculous. He said it included a tip. Then he asked for thirty more dollars for the beers and the tequila the young men had offered to Connie. I had been drinking and wasn't tactful when I told him he was gouging us and I wouldn't pay it. The two guys were alerted and one said, "Senor, you have to pay what he asks."
I mumbled something about "fucking cheats" and may have included a derogatory reference to their ancestry.
While I was occupied with the attendant, apparently the owner of this establishment, the two young guys were putting the make on my wife. She was giggling, oblivious to any danger. When the one guy 'accidentally spilled' a little beer on her top, her titties became very noticeable, completely outlined under her white top. She had the wet-t-shirt look with her bumpy areolas and peaked nipples standing proudly and entirely visible despite the thin material covering them. She shook her boobs, laughing with her two young friends.
When guy number one stood behind her during a dance and pushed his crotch into her butt, then reached around and grabbed Connie's breasts, she didn't object. She was feeling good and she likes having her tits fondled. But when he pulled her top up to her neck, baring her chest, she reacted, trying to get away. He had his hands on her bare breasts. She tried to defuse the situation by letting him feel-her-up for a minute or so. Then the other guy wanted some and he put his face in her chest and was sucking her nipples.
I saw what was happening and moved toward them. I was surprised and stunned by a whack to the back of my thighs by a stick the owner had behind the bar. I went to the ground and he produced a shotgun, which he pushed into my chest, keeping me on the floor. I apologized and agreed to pay whatever he wanted for the gas and the drinks. He asked for my wallet, which I gave to him. I was trying to do a number of things, hand the guy the wallet while keeping him from taking too much money, avoiding another whack with the stick or the shotgun, and trying to extricate my wife from her predicament.
By the next time I looked, I was too late; Connie was being stripped. I watched as the one guy held her while the other pulled her shorts off along with her shoes. She was naked and her dark nipples and the patch of ashy blonde pubic hair on her pussy contrasted with her pale skin.
She found herself on the floor, on a blanket that they had thrown down. Young man number one was between her legs with his pants down displaying his naked butt. With the other guy's help, they held her down and he pushed his cock toward her vulnerable pussy. He pulled her legs over his shoulders. She was helpless. Connie remained passive as the young guy moved closer and slid his prick into her vagina. I watched, too late and unable to do anything. She groaned along with him when his prick found its mark and pushed into her. It did notice that it slid easily into her vagina. I could see that the guy had a bigger cock than me, so Connie could certainly feel his manhood ramming into her. She looked at me with a confused look, uncertain of how she should react. The young man's bare ass pumped up and down as he continued having intercourse with my wife.
He spoke to her and told her how good she felt. She said he should stop, but when he didn't listen, she just stared at him with a defiant look as if she was saying, "Go ahead, fuck me. I can take whatever you have."
The guy fucked her for about ten minutes. The music was still playing and Connie just laid there and looked at him while he did her. Seeing my wife having sex is a turn-on despite the circumstances. While this was not consensual, my wife did seem to be coming to terms with it and I was embarrassed to realize that my dick was getting hard.
She looked at me again and said, "It's okay."
