I never had much luck with girls. While growing up in America white girls always seemed to be out of my league and Indian girls always wanted to be just friends. My luck changed when my marriage was arranged with an exquisite beauty in India. Her skin was not too dark not too pale and she was blessed with amazing natural C cups. Her hips gave her the perfect hourglass shape and she had long straight black hair and she kept everything maintained well. We are not a rich family, but in India we must have seemed like millionaires because of the currency. So I went to India a desperate lonely virgin nerd, and came back married to a girl many times more beautiful than any of the girls who rejected me. For the first time in my life I felt confidence walking around with her beside me. My confidence took a hit when I realized I had trouble getting my penis hard when my wife was bent over waiting for me. Even after a good amount of concentration and praying, if I did manage to get hard it was too small to make my wife moan. But at least I was not a virgin anymore.
I was never very social, but now I took every opportunity to show off my wife at parties. We are both religious Hindus so every religious holiday we would go to a big temple which was in the middle of the worst part of a nearby metropolis. My life changed forever after one of these religious parties.
We walked out of the temple tired and ready to go home, I was dressed in a kurta and she was wearing a crimson and gold lengha. Her big tits filled the tiny blouse and her long legs were hidden under a slightly see through long skirt. Just before entering my car, I realized I was very thirsty and noticed a nearby gas station. I decided to go get a Gatorade and my wife followed me, curious to see the poor parts of America up close. As I was paying for my drink, the Indian man behind the counter complimented my wife's beauty and I smiled politely. However we were all a little tense because of a group of five tall white bikers who were also in the gas station. They wore black leather jackets and bandanas and were covered in tattoos. They were old, fat, and ugly with gray or salt and pepper beards. They were talking loudly and being inconsiderate cursing often while joking with each other, not to mention putting things in their pockets. With no warning, they all took out their guns. They seemed coordinated, three of them pointed their guns at the gas station owner and the other two held guns to my wife's head and my head. They shouted and cursed at the owner and smacked his face with their pistols, while he put money into their bags. The gangster keeping my wife under control pressed his body on her from behind. One of his hands held his gun to her head, the other reached around her and grabbed her big tits. She looked at me, fear in her eyes as her tits were played with. Her expression was begging me to save her, but I was powerless.
Within two minutes the robbery was finished. After all the money was taken they knocked out the owner and he was now unconscious on the floor. I hoped they would run away with their money, but instead they forced both of us into the alley behind the gas station. My worst nightmare was coming true, they had noticed my wife's beauty and wanted her. Four of them surrounded her while one kept a gun to my head, laughing. Her hands were held behind her back making her chest stick out. We wanted to shout for help but they told us we would regret that, so my wife bit her lip and stayed silent as her tits were pulled out over her blouse and sucked on. Anger boiled in my blood as I watched two old, fat men each taking a nipple and sucking at the same time. My rage peaked when I thought I heard a feminine moan coming from my wife.
