A big fantasy for me
Years ago my wife and I had a flighty freind. A real air head. No, more like a space cadet. She was very impressionable and blew between fashions and fads like a breeze across the prairies. For a while she was a witch, then she was a voodoon, then a lesbian free spirit. You know, the kind that dont shower, go to the drum circles... That is until she met her mexican lover.
I'm not sure what his name was. We knew him as Johnny. He was an average looking mexican male. He had a solid build from a construction background, but was a small frame man. After she met him it was all we heard about. Johnny this, Johnny that. He hung out at this mexican resturaunt/bar on the main drag just outside out town. The resturaunt was just like the hundreds of others that seem to be popping up all over town. However it had a big bar in the back and it seemed like it was a known local hangout for the blue collar immagrants.
She used to go down to the bar and hang out with him . Some nights my wife and I would go down with her. Every night that we went down there we were the most popular people in the place. Well, the ladies were anyway. I dont think they liked me much. I think I was mostly tolorated because we were freinds with Johnny. I used to get a little uncomfortable in there because it was a rough crowd. We're not talking about exotic laten lovers here. These were mexican day laborers and who knows what else. Rowdy and horny and I always felt like I was intruding and wasn't really welcome.
My wife on the other hand was a different story. They didn't seem to mind the pretty white American women hanging out in their bar. Lets just say they never had to pay for any of their drinks. Our freind was Johnnys' girl and was off limits, but my wife was different. I used to watch them leering at her from all over the bar. Talking amonst themselves as they ogled my wife and her freind.
My wife was nervous too. At least at first. She gets really dosile in a setting like this and her shyness can seem like compliance when it's really just not wanting to make waves. That doesn't matter to guys like this, so I was always worried that something could happen to her. Of course I would have been unable to do anything about it either. Even though she was obviously with me it didn't stop them from hitting on my wife, and I mean all the time.
They were always very touchy-feely with her as they crowded around us and she did very little to stop it. It was always a scary thrill when it was happening and I used to get very excited thinking about what they did to her later on. To this day I wonder what might have happened on any one of those nights if we hadn't been there with Johnny. I just know she would have ended up on her knees somewhere, servicing a crowd of hard mexican meat and I would have been panting in blind lust watching. My cock so hard it was threatening to tear through my pants...
She went to Mexico to meet the folks, as it were and when she came back she was a Catholic! Here we go again... Anyway, she came back just beaming on Mexico. How beautiful it was, how great it was, bla bla bla. I got tired of hearing it one day and said, " There must be something wrong with it, or they all would be coming here." All the sudden I was a racist. I'm like WTF???!!! and that pretty much did it for our freindship.