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Subject: {ASSM} Our Mexican Honeymoon (M+/F-wife, MM-reluc)
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Our Mexican Honeymoon (M+/F, wife, MM, reluc)
By Michael (Phoenix AZ)

***

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 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 that made that first night of our 
honeymoon different, 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 she ever had. We eat a leisurely breakfast on 
our balcony at the hotel and 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 
second-guessing myself?

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 house. I guess we lost track of 
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 the hands made me 
instantly nervous. I heard Kristi say, "Shit," 
softly under her breath when she realized what was 
happening.

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.

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 
marrying.

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 bring my face 
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 
now.

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 
to me.

Pointing his weapon in front of my eyes he commanded 
me in Spanish to suck him. I knew that was what he 
was saying even though I couldn't understand the 
language.

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 
another male. 

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 
me.

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 having that hot 
wet member 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 
throat.

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 
more, I couldn't breathe.

My knees hurt 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 coming in my 
throat. I could taste his come as it coated the back 
of my mouth. I had to swallow or take the chance 
that his come would go into my windpipe. It was hot 
and fishy tasting 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 
as hell.

Then as his last jet of passion hit the back of my 
mouth 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 looks. 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 in it.

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 satin 
of my own come on my shorts. I'd come while blowing 
another gay. 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 
embarrassing.

To my surprise after we'd cleaned ourselves up 
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 everything 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.

THE END

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