This is based on a real-life incident involving my friend’s drunken fun on the highway. Although the timeline is irrelevant, it is important to include here. I’m expanding on what he told me in its entirety.
We decided that a getaway for the weekend would be a good idea after two months of frantic office work. Driving down to the nearby forest and staying at the government resort would be ideal for us. Our 7-year-old daughter, my wife, and I had a wonderful time at the resort.
The food was excellent, the setting was tranquil, and the jungle safari was fantastic. After lunch on Sunday, we checked out of the resort. But it rained so much that we couldn’t leave the property until 4 p.m. The sky had cleared, but it was already dark.
We longed to be at home by midnight so that we could log in to work the next day. After starting the car, we had driven 20 kilometers past the police checkpoint after leaving the resort. Between 9 p.m. and 6 a.m., entry and exit were restricted.
I was eager to leave the forest before it got too late. We arrived close to a slender bridge over a stream around 8 p.m. A tree that I believe would have fallen during the evening rain blocked the bridge. I had a difficult time moving it and driving on.
But I was able to make it through, and I had to spend a good hour in the car under the lights to make room for our vehicle. We continued driving despite being rather worn out and sweaty. Although I was aware that using the car’s air conditioning would harm the battery, it was such a relief. When the vehicle came to a stop, we had just completed another 20 kilometers of driving.
We honestly felt a lot of fear. I was unable to locate a mobile phone signal to make a call, and there were no vehicles around. After waiting for fifteen minutes without any hope of assistance, we began walking after putting the bags in the car and waiting. I was holding my daughter.
We decided to walk until we found a light with my wife. A flashlight from a mobile phone was all we had. After walking for close to an hour, we saw some light coming from a distant building. Glad to see the light, we knew it had to be a police station or forest checkpoint.
It turned out to be an old office for the forest department. Due to the nighttime restrictions in the forest, it is now a stop for truck drives. Only three people were present, and there was a truck carrying some goods. As I got closer to them, I experienced an odd chill in my body.
Before I even saw them, the scent of country liquor hit me. By the time we made it all the way, my daughter was fast asleep on my shoulders. When the door opened, I called out to see if anyone was in the area. In a red vest and lungi, a middle-aged man emerged.
When he saw me with my child, he expressed genuine concern and invited others to come out. A middle-aged man and an elderly man probably in his sixties emerged. Two of them appeared to be truck drivers with a helper.
They advised me to keep searching for a phone number where I could dial 100 for assistance and that nothing could be done until the morning. In contrast to what we normally hear about what happens in the dark, the warmth of them made me feel at ease. When one of them saw my wife, that comfort vanished.
To ensure that it was a secure location, she was standing a little too far away from the truck’s shades. Additionally, I believe she was concerned about the building’s odor of liquor. When I saw the helper nudge the older driver so that he was looking at my wife, I knew things weren’t going well.
The third driver was checking his phone to see if there was a mobile signal. When she saw the two men staring at her, my wife stepped back to the truck’s shades. We weren’t going to stop midway because it was vacation. The dress that my wife was wearing covered her thighs.
She had toned calves and meaty thighs, making her above average. Her thighs were being highlighted even more by her white shoes. Despite the dress’s thick fabric, her round boobs revealed her slender, V-shaped stomach. After spending some time inside, the older driver and the helper called the other driver to come inside.
Both my fear of what would happen and my already rapid heartbeat were present. The elderly driver appeared after about ten minutes and invited me to join him on his walk. His request caught me off guard. He claimed that the location was a haven for elephants and demanded four thousand rupees in cash before allowing us to remain inside.
Since I didn’t have a network, I couldn’t transfer money because I only had 500 rupees. I begged him to take the 500 and pay them tomorrow morning so I could go to an ATM. He straight up turned down my offer and went inside and locked the door.
My wife approached me to inquire about the situation. I informed her that they needed money. It was a hopeless circumstance. I could only knock on the door and inquire if my daughter could sleep inside. The helper appeared and inquired whether I had the cash after what seemed like an eternity of pleading.
He said we were wasting our time after I told him the same thing I told the other driver. When he looked at my wife and asked if she could assist them, we were disappointed. I asked him what he meant when he said “help” because she was as shocked as I was.
He said she should sleep with all three of them so that we could rest inside without hesitation as he looked at my wife. She came and stood behind me with her hands over her mouth. The aid claimed that it was her decision. Otherwise, you can sit outside or walk the entire distance and take the risk.
It was scary, so I told my wife we would walk back to our car. Walking our child back another 30 minutes was also extremely risky because there was no light. When my wife declared that she was ready, we stood out for an hour. When I heard her, I was shocked and almost put my arms on her face.
I didn’t know what other options we had when she asked me about them. She went to the door and asked it to open before I got to that question. Her voice was like a key that instantly opened the door. I believe they were attentive to our conversation.
The first driver showed us a room with a bed and a table fan and asked me to go inside. He instructed me to leave my daughter in bed. He left the door open. We were all in the hallway, mats and ripped blankets on the floor.
He asked me to sit there while the elderly driver stood next to my wife as he pointed me to the corner. He was addressing my wife and enquiring about her name and where we were from. I felt like my ears were closing and had trouble breathing.
The elderly driver then began massaging my wife’s shoulders with his hands. This is what I saw next. His hands were touching her thighs all the way down to the dress’s hem. She kept her emotions to herself as she looked down. My wife was asked to get down on her knees by the elderly driver, who had just dropped his lung.
He kissed her lips as she reluctantly fell to her knees. She reluctantly swallowed the dick and began blowing the elderly man. Even after sucking for five minutes, his dick never became hard, but he got inside her. My wife almost vomited when she spit on the cum.
The elderly man exclaimed, “She’s a good girl,” and laughed as he patted her cheeks. The assister came from behind and took off her dress before she could get up. The assister swiftly removed the bra, which she was wearing with her pantyhose. My lovely wife was standing in front of three strangers, half-naked.
My wife felt the old driver press her boobs and begin sucking her nipples as he got closer to her. After removing her underwear, the assistant began kissing her on the back of the head. The elderly man kissed my wife’s lips after sucking on both of her nipples.
He pinched her nipples while kissing her, causing her to open her mouth wide and allowing his tongue to enter. When the helper put two fingers in her pussy from behind and started responding to the old driver’s kiss, my wife was groaning.
My wife was stroking the old man’s dick while they kissed, which surprised me. She had her orgasm as the helper accelerated the finger fucking. The assistant rubbed the juice into her groin after removing his fingers from her pussy.
Her cheeks almost dripped from the wetness and sticky fingers. I could smell smoke coming from the vehicle when the second driver entered. My wife was forced to lie down by the second driver while the older man took a break. He took off his dick and removed his lungi and underwear.
He spat on his dick and entered my wife after stroking it a few times. She closed her eyes but slightly arched her head. She was fucked by the second driver for about ten minutes. He had a hefty one. His skin-covered dick was long and strong, as was his landing.
Every time his body hit her pussy, he was hard fucking her, and it sounded like a loud bang. I could see the white liquid flowing down the dick as it entered and exited. I saw the elderly driver and assistant joking with me. Possibly in response to my helplessness or my attitude toward my wife’s sexual assault.
My wife was on her back to the ground when the driver fucked her. She had raised her legs all the way up. My wife’s roaring cries reached their peak. Her nails were piercing the red vest worn by the driver. She gave the pleasure everything she had.
The driver immediately put his dick in her crotch because her pussy was too wet for him. We had anal before, and she even possesses an anal plug that we use, so it wasn’t her first time. When she made a fuss when he went inside, he gave her a little smile.
When the helper boy got close to her mouth and asked her to open it, he sucked on her for a while. His was longer than the second driver, but it wasn’t as thick. He began mouth-fucking her after she hesitantly opened her mouth. The driver bit her in the ass while the helper only lasted a short time.
She was unable to move her face because the helper was fucking her mouth. She had to swallow everything he drained because he was choking her. I had a terrible nightmare, but it was over. While they intended to sleep in the truck, they advised us to lock the room because they were not interested in another round.
The elderly man requested that she also blow me before she got dressed. The three of them insisted we do it for them, despite my embarrassment. My wife came close but didn’t look at me; instead, she got down on her knees to undo my pants. She grabbed my dick and began sucking it with her back to the other people.
The helper slapped her in the stomach and punched her in the back as she was sucking. With the helper’s faster fist, I could feel her mouth gripping me more tightly. When I touched her hands to tell her, she didn’t stop. I was about to cum. I reached her mouth.
She didn’t stop, though, until she gave a wild shiver and fell to the ground on her back. When the helper saw my wife lying on the floor in her pajamas, both drivers went outside and asked the assistant to join them. He raped her until he entered her too and left us alone in the room.
I wrapped her in the blankets while she was asleep. I went with them to the nearest garage in the morning to seek assistance. They asked me to keep it a secret even though we didn’t say a word. Although it was a nightmare, my wife and I talked about it during our sex sessions.