Our Mexican Honeymoon

by Michael & Phoebe

Copyright© 2002 by Michael & Phoebe

Sex Story: WRITTEN BY MICHAEL: Newlyweds go on their honeymoon to Mexico and everything goes fine until they run into a military roadblock manned by a group of young mean looking Mexican soldiers.

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/Ma   Reluctant   Coercion   Cuckold   Humiliation   Gang Bang   Interracial   Oral Sex   .

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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 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 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 home. 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 their 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 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 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 move closer.

"No fucking way," I said shaking my head. What was this pervert trying to pull?

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