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                MM/F, WIFE, Illegal Immigrants, Humiliation, NC?

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                                Author: Unknown

      Using the same method we'd always used when returning to the United
States from Mexico after visiting our parents in Guadalajara, we'd 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 apartment and children (who were staying
with my sister) in Tacoma -- taking the train or the bus was too dangerous.

      Eventhough we were both exhausted I stood impatiently watching both sides
of the street -- especially for the pea green Border Patrol vehicles that
frequently partrolled 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.

      Finally around 9:23 AM, 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 rear 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 toys and clothes we'd brought back for our 6-year-old son and 3-year-old
daughter. Finding my wife's panties the partner looked back to give Maria a
nasty grin while rubbing 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
dangereous 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 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.

      Eventhough 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 single two 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 peckers 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 as 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 dartting 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 began 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 of her 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 sleezy adult magazines.

      Changing positions she straddled the 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 adult flicks we'd occassionally watched
after the children were asleep. Then without protest and/or resistance on her
part, he jammed his middle finger into her asshole 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 porportions as grabbed every
ounce of pleasure from my wife's willing pussy before emptying every drop of
his sperm filled 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 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'd turned her into the slut she'd become.

      Although dimmed, the lights the lights on so that I could witness this
humiliation. It was now very late, I tried sleeping as 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.  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 unusal to see Maria clothed.

      We remained distant, not speaking to one anoter the remainer 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, were home.  Our son and daughter came running to greet us,
giving us each a wonderful welcoming-home hug. Eventhough 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 foregiveness directly to her face.

      That night in that motel four 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 stinking 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 years," 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'd happened, I'd knocked Carlos down with a single
blow. He laid there unconcious with his nose bleeding as I grabbed the magazine
from his hand and walked away.

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