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When I married Kristi I felt like the luckiest man
in the world. I'd been a bachelor for the past 2
years ever since I'd caught my first wife cheating
on me. We split up right then and there and it
wasn't until I met Kristi that I had any sexual
relations with a woman again.
My bride was 10-years younger than me at 24, and a
whole lot sexier than my first wife. In fact
sometimes I was a little worried that I wouldn't be
able to keep her satisfied. I mean Kristi was a real
fireball. When we went out on a date she'd be going
100% all night long and around 2 or 3 in the morning
I would start to flag.
Another little nagging doubt in the back of my mind
was all the attention she received from strangers
when we were out on the town. I always felt like I
was fending them off; sometimes making me feel like
her father instead of her boyfriend.
That's why I asked Kristi to marry me only after
3 months of dating. I figured that once we were
married I'd feel more secure and stop worrying
about losing her to another guy.
Well, you can imagine my happy surprise and delight
when she enthusiastically accepted my proposal of
marriage. I was walking on air. I didn't waste any
time and set the wedding date for the end of the
week so she wouldn't have time for second thoughts.
The wedding went off without a hitch and we headed
south to Mexico for a two-week honeymoon at a golf
resort just south of San Diego, a few miles down
Mexican Highway 1 in Baja.
I was in heaven that first night. I can still
remember the feeling as I watched my beautiful wife
stripping in front of me. We'd been having sex like
a pair of rabbits ever since our second date but as
man and wife something had changed between us and we
both glowed with a special love for each other.
Something else had changed after Kristi had accepted
my offer of marriage, we both had decided that we
wanted kids as soon as possible and Kristi had gone
off the pill. So that first night was extra special
because I knew that our lovemaking could produce a
child. It just made the whole thing extra sexy for
both of us.
We woke up at the crack of dawn even though we'd
fucked each other like crazy over and over until 2
am. I didn't feel tired and Kristi looked as lovely
as ever. We eat a leisurely breakfast on our balcony
at the hotel then headed out for some sightseeing. We
wanted to take in some of the local color.
For some reason I wanted to head into the interior
of Mexico. Looking back at it I realize how
important one decision can be to ones future. If I
had it to do over again... well, what's the point of
Anyway, my pretty new wife and I drove into the
picturesque back country and lazed around in a
couple of small villages purchasing exotic items to
decorate our future home. I guess we lost track of
the time and it was almost 5 o'clock in the afternoon
before we started to head back up the coast.
Being a U.S. citizen makes you unprepared for unjust
governmental heavy handedness. That's why what
happened, happened I guess.
We were heading north and were maybe 15 km away
from out hotel resort when I had to slam on the
brakes. A head of us was what looked like a military
roadblock. I'd never actually seen anything like
that before other than on TV and the sight of a
bunch of young Mexicans standing there in uniforms
with automatic rifles clutched in their hands made
me instantly nervous. I heard Kristi say, "Shit,"
softly under her breath when she realized what was
I pulled to a stop behind the car in front of us.
Then it was our turn and as I pulled up next to the
soldier he said something in Spanish to me. I didn't
speak Spanish so all I could do was respond in
English, "Sorry I don't understand you."
The young man looked a little closer at me then bent
down and looked into our car. I watched his face as
he saw Kristi for the first time. There was an evil
gleam in his eyes as he surveyed her long shapely
legs. She was wearing shorts so there was no way for
her to cover herself up, and I noticed that she
didn't really even try. In the back of my mind I
made a mental note to rebuke my new wife, I mean she
could have at least taken a modest pose, not one
with her feet up on the dashboard showing her
beautiful butt and perfect legs to some strange man
with a rifle.
Then I jumped as the soldier gestured with his
automatic rifle for me to get out of the car. What
else could I do? I had a crazy thought that maybe we
should try to run the roadblock, but thought better
of it when I looked over at the other 3 soldiers who
had their weapons pointed in our direction.
I shakily stepped out of the car and stood in front
of the man. I was at least 10" taller than him and
that seemed to annoy him. He pushed me aside and
shouted at Kristi in Spanish and made another
gesture for her to get out of the car through the
same door as I had.
I started to protest, that is until I saw the man
before me raise the barrel of his automatic toward
my face. I gulped and shut my mouth. Then Kristi was
standing beside me. I heard her say something in
Spanish. I hadn't known that she could speak it; I
guess there was a lot we didn't know about each
other after only dating a few months before
The soldier looked menacingly at me as my wife
spoke. Then suddenly he smiled and began to speak
to Kristi almost in a conversational voice. I was
momentarily relieved until one of the other
soldiers came up to her and grabbed her arm.
As the man roughly began to lead my wife away into
the dark I protested again. Only this time I got a
rifle butt in the gut. Tears of pain and fear came
into my eyes as I fell to my knees completely
winded. I couldn't speak, it was hard to even
breathe, and I had to watch helplessly as the man
pulled my wife along into the darkness.
What caught in the back of my mind and gave me a
little hope was that she seemed to not be afraid at
all. She actually seemed to be willingly following
the guy. But my heart almost stopped beating when
the other two soldiers turned and followed them out
into the dark.
There I was kneeing on the pavement with a weapon
pointing down into my face scared enough that I felt
like I might piss in my shorts at any second. Then
suddenly the blood in my veins went cold! I heard a
triumphant laugh and then a female gasp, then more
guttural noises. Occasionally I could hear my wife's
voice either moaning or saying something in Spanish
that I couldn't understand.
I was totally humiliated and shamed. I knew what
these men were doing to her, they were raping my
wife and there was nothing I could do about it,
absolutely nothing. Finally I looked past the barrel
of the automatic up to the man's face that was
holding it. I could tell that he was listening to
the group and impatiently waiting his turn.
I wanted to murder him, I wanted to cut his balls
off and feed them to him. But all I did was kneel
there in front of him helpless.
Then after what seemed like an eternity one of the
soldiers scurried up to us out of the dark. The man
was pulling his pants back on as he came toward us.
I saw red. I jumped up and jumped the unaware
soldier next to me and he fell under my charge.
Then I felt cold metal thrust into my ear and knew
that the other soldier was pointing the muzzle of
his rifle directly at my brain. I froze.
The downed soldier got up and dusted himself off.
He looked at me and laughed, then turned and
disappeared into the dark in the direction of my
wife's gang rape.
The new guard kept leering at me saying things in
Spanish that I couldn't understand. Then finally he
cocking his automatic weapon and held it with one
hand as he reached down to the fly of his uniform
pants and unzipped himself.
'Oh fuck what now?' I wondered silently. I hoped
that the bastard wasn't going to piss on me. He'd
looked really put out at me when he'd disengaged me
from the first guard and I wouldn't put it past him.
But that's not what he had in mind.
The asshole actually fished his cock out and pointed
at it. I looked up at him not knowing what he was
saying. I could see that his cock was still slick
with my wife's pussy juice and figured that he
wanted to taunt me about his just having fucked her.
But no, he was gesturing for me to move closer.
"No fucking way," I said shaking my head. What was
this pervert trying to pull?
Then I almost jumped out of my skin as a round went
off with a blast that shook me to the bone. I felt a
hot flash pass my left ear and heard the slap as the
bullet penetrated the assfault beside me. That was
enough to get me moving I was frightened shitless
As I crawled up in front of the Mexican I could see
that his cock was bigger than mine. The man before
me had a dong at least 7 inches long, and it was so
heavy that semi hard as he was it still looked huge
Pointing his weapon in front at my forehead he
commanded me in Spanish to suck him. I knew that
was what he was saying even though I couldn't
understand the language. His jestures made it plain.
I'd always been heterosexual, well, almost always.
Back in elementary school I'd done a little
experimental sexual activity with the boy next door.
We'd felt each other up quite a few times
culminating in him sucking on my dick and me sucking
on his hairless nuts. After that day we started to
lose interest in each other and to begin to notice
girls. Ever since then I'd never even touched
But now suddenly all that came back to me ae this
man's up thrust organ throbbed in front of me
all slick with my wife's lubrication and another
helping of his pre-cum starting to ooze out of his
pisshole. I couldn't believe what was happening to
Then the bastard grabbed a hand full of my hair and
pulled my face to his massive cock. I let him rub it
over my face and lips keeping my mouth closed all
the while. It was a strange feeling that hot wet
dick touching my face. It was slick like oil and
felt like an invader as he positioned it against
my closed lips.
I could hear his insistent urging; I knew he was
telling me to open my mouth. Then I did just that.
Originally it was to cry out in pain as he wrenched
the clump of hair in his fist. But he took that
opportunity and shoved himself deeply into my
I gagged and struggled but to no avail, he kept his
grip on my hair and the weapon against the side of
my head. Then he was thrusting into me making me gag
more and I couldn't help but struggle against him
even more. I couldn't breathe.
My knees hurt from the rough asphalt and my throat
was on fire from his deep thrusts. The feeling of
his cock as it pasted my windpipe was unbelievable.
It felt like it was going down my throat and into
my intestines. It was like eating a meal each time
he thrust into me.
I felt totally humiliated as the soldier dropped his
rifle and gabbed both of my ears and began to ride
my mouth like I was a cheap Mexican whore. I heard
him grunting as his passion rose and his thrusts
became faster and faster.
After a few moments I was able to adjust my
breathing to his thrusts and the feeling of his big
meat slipping down my throat became bearable. I
controlled my gagging by swallowing when he jammed
into me to the hilt. For some reason I didn't gag
when I swallowed.
But that technique seemed to make the soldier go
even faster. I vaguely heard him hollering in glee
as he road my face, then his body stiffened and he
jammed his cock hard down my throat and held me
there with both hands as he came.
I was somewhat in shock; a man was cumming in my
throat. I could taste his cum as it coated the back
of my mouth. I had to swallow or take the chance
that his cum would go into my windpipe. It was hot
and slimy but for some reason his sexual passion,
the obvious pleasure he was receiving made me
realize that I was as hard as a rock and aroused
Then as his last jet of passion hit the back of my
throat he pulled out and gasped loudly in an
incredulous tone. I couldn't understand the language
but the gist of what he was saying wasn't lost one
me. He looked at me with a strange expression and I
could tell that he was surprised at how well I'd
sucked him off.
Then I looked over to one side and saw the other 3
soldiers watching me, also with strange expressions
on their faces. And then to my horror I saw that my
wife was also there.
Her clothes her held in her hands and her naked body
was all sweaty looking with her backside covered in
dirt where she'd been lying on the ground.
But the look in her eyes made my face burn, then
when she said, "Gee honey, that guy just said that
you were better than me. He said that he's never
gotten a better blow job from anyone before in his
life." She looked at me in silence and I looked back
in shame, disgusted with myself.
Then, "Wow honey it looks like you liked it too.
looks like you came in your shorts!" She made the
statement almost like an accusation.
I looked down at myself and saw the spreading stain
of my own cum on my shorts. I'd cum while blowing
another guy. How could I ever live this down?
The soldiers let us go. Cars were backing up and
they needed to get back to work. Kristi and I drove
silently the 15 km back to the hotel. We decided not
to make a public fuss about what had happened. I
mean my part in the whole thing was just too
To my surprise after we'd cleaned ourselves up and
showered, Kristi jumped me and fucked my brains out.
We fucked twice more during the night, each time she
was the one who initiated the sex. She ended up
telling me that she'd often fantasized about being
taken against her will. And that she'd always wanted
to see two guys "doing it" and the sight of me on my
knees taking the dark Mexican's cock like that made
her hot every time she thought about it.
Well, even though I would never want to repeat that
experience again, it changed our sexual direction
from that day forward. Nine months later Kristi gave
birth to a dark haired brown skinned baby boy. And
after he was old enough for a babysitter on occasion
we started doing threesomes. Usually me and another
guy and Kristi.
I personally like it best with Kristi and another
woman, but I've grown used to sucking cock for
Kristi and have even begun to enjoy giving and
receiving while she watches. Sex is never boring
around our house that's for sure.