A simple trip to Mexico turnd unexpectedly slutty.
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As I sit watching the football game on television, I can’t help but look over at my wife Tammie’s enlarged stomach. I have watched it grow to its now enormous size. I watch as her stomach rises and falls as the little girl inside kicks away. My wife of five years smiling with each kick, full of joy for what is growing inside her. Me, I am full of anger about it.
I have not made love to my wife in over eight and a half months. I have not touched her in almost as long. She is mooching off me and I know it.
Kicking a pregnant woman out of your home is not politicly correct. It is something I would have complained about in the past myself. But I never would have thought that this would happen in real life. I sit and pretend to watch the game. However, in reality I just stare with my peripheral vision at the naked belly of my wife.
She looks at me. “Oh, shit, that was a big one,” she said as she became alert suddenly from one of the baby’s kicks.
“Yeah, I saw it,” I said coldly.
“You want to feel her kick me?” she asked again. She asks this several times a day. I refuse each time.
“Maybe later.”
She tries to look unaffected. Yet I can see that I have hurt her when I look deep into her eyes. She doesn’t know she has that tell. I look back to the television.
“OHHHHH SHITT!!” she calls out.
I look her direction. She is holding her belly and struggling. “Oh shit. I think it is time.” She says breathlessly.
I glance up at her and say, “Tell me when you know it is time. You heard the doctor and the Lamaze teacher. No guessing.”
She gives me a hateful look. I only see it with my peripheral vision, but I can tell.
MEXICO:
We were on a vacation in Mexico. All was right in the world. We were on our second honeymoon. I got it for our four-year anniversary.
She wanted to go into town to experience what the locals did. She spoke Spanish very well and I did too, somewhat. I understood more than I could speak, though.
We went into town against our tourist guides recommendation. We found a small cantina that looked somewhat inviting. We walked in and I immediately wanted to run out. But I couldn’t because she stopped me. For some unknown reason she felt comfortable there. For the first time in our marriage I really wanted to slap some sense into her. But, of course, I didn’t. Surprisingly the people in the cantina treated us like royalty as we walked in the front door. I noticed there were about seven people plus us, all of them men.
The bartender quickly asked, “Que puedo conseguirte?” ‘What can I get you?’
My wife Tammie said, “Tequila con gusano por favor.” ‘Tequila with a worm please.’ This got a lot of woops from the local men that were sitting all about.
I nudged my wife. “If you eat that worm you won’t be able to walk out of here,” I pleaded.
“I will be fine, Roy,” she insists. I shook my head, feeling trouble start to surround us.
The bar tender handed us two glasses of tequila, both with worms in the bottom of the glass. There was no way I was going to go there. So, I tried to politely refuse my drink. Did I mention I understand more Spanish than I speak? Well, this got me a few bad looks from several of the locals and the barkeep. I paid for both the drinks, though. I told him, “Gracias,” and handed him a ten-dollar bill. Then I told him to “Quedese con el cambio.” ‘Keep the change.’ I was hoping my nice tip was enough to smooth over any repercussions of me refusing my drink.
Tammie downed both shots of Tequila. The place cheered with each. I couldn’t believe it as she danced in celebration of her downing both worms without throwing up. But the night was young and there was plenty of time to puke, which I was sure she was going to do by the stomach full.
One of the men brought a Corona Beer and offered it to me. I wish I would have seen him open it. But I trusted him for some stupid reason. I took it and said, “Gracias.” I offered to pay but he held his hands up and said, “No amigo, en la casa.” ‘No friend, on the house’.
I said “OK.” I felt a little thirsty and drank a long pull on the bottle. It was cold and refreshing. I was thankful at that moment. I should have known something was up when I offered Tammie a drink of my beer and someone stopped me. “Ninguin amigo que sea para ti le conseguire algo.” ‘No friend that is for you, I will get her something.’
But I was a dumb ass. And I thought he was just being nice. They brought her a Corona, too. Mine wasn’t good enough for her? I took another long pull on mine and suddenly I felt a little funny. Now I can drink a twelve pack of Coronas without slurring my words. But one half of one beer has me feeling funny? That made me feel like I was missing something here.
I started to get a bad, and I mean really bad feeling. I went to Tammie and told her we had to get back to the motel. She said, “Don’t be such a killjoy, Roy. We just got here. Let’s have some fun.”
Almost on cue, someone turned on some dancing music and off she went.
I don’t know exactly what they gave me, but I remember everything. I just wasn’t able to do anything. It was as if I were paralyzed.
I watched my wife dance with one man after the other. She was a little drunk, but she never seemed out of control. Their hands were all over her.
I had been brought to a very comfortable chair and sat with several men around me. They kept trying to distract my attention from the dance floor and my wife.
I knew that bad things were going to happen when my wife’s bra was flung across the dance floor and landed not too far from me and the other men. The place erupted with cheers, and Tammie ate it up.
I sat in horror as I watched a man put his arms around Tammie’s middle from behind and he felt her breasts up. I was surprised that she let him without pushing him away or breaking his grip on her or anything. She let it happen like it was just a dance move.
I tried to get up. But I was stopped. Not just from whatever they drugged me with, but the men around me wouldn’t let me up, either.
Then I watched as another man pushed the first man that was feeling my wife up out of the way and put his hands under her blouse and felt her up with no shirt in-between. Tammie raised her hands above her head. I was aghast as I watched her lead the cheer as the man fondled her breasts with his hands inside her blouse. Every person in the place could easily see the man’s hands kneading my wife’s breasts under her top. I have to admit, I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed in my life. But the effect didn’t last too long as her top was unbuttoned by her own fingers and removed by one of the other men.
“Mira la ereccion,” a man called out next to me. ‘Look at the hard-on.’
I was humiliated. I was watching my wife dancing with several men and being slowly stripped and felt up by two men so far, and I had a hard on that could be easily seen through my pants. I had no fight in me. Whatever was in the beer had pretty much zapped all my energy and ability to move.
About this time, a man slid down in front of my wife on his knees while the other man was still busy feeling her up. The man on his knees reached up her skirt and pulled down her panties.
I about had a stroke when Tammie lifted her feet one at a time to voluntarily step out of her panties, leaving nothing between the men on the dance floor and her pussy.
The panties where tossed around a bit before they where brought to me and I was told, “Mira lo mojadas que estan.” ‘See how wet they are.’ Then he put them in my mouth. I was flabbergasted to find them soaked with pussy juice.
The next ten to twenty minutes were all about Tammie. She would be smiling ear to ear and looking at me, too, as man after man felt her up. A few of them tried to go up her skirt, too. But after a few bungled attempts to get to her pussy she finally pushed them all away. Then I became absolutely aghast when she unzipped her skirt and pushed it off, revealing her bare ass and bush.