In the spring of 2004, my brother-in-law got engaged. At the time, my wife Lenora and I had been married for about 15 years and had led a pretty normal life. We had 3 kids and they took up most of our time. Our sex life was pretty boring and we got to it when we could. We did not experiment or do anything sexually exciting; I would perform cunnillingus on her, then we'd fuck in the missionary position, then we'd go to sleep. Despite my attempts for her to blow me, it never happened. I know it sounds pathetic but what can I say.
It was a nice party and as we didn't go out much, we intended to have a good time. My wife Lenora is a brunette with shoulder length thick dark brown hair, a nice figure, size C breasts and a round ass. She was a gymnast when she was younger and kept herself in pretty good shape. She was still pretty flexible too. She is very attractive and I know it. She wore a black dress with black stockings and looked very hot.
When she has a few drinks, she becomes a bit of a tease with men. It never bothered me before and it would actually turn me on a little.
Her brother was marrying a Cuban girl and the engagement party was held in a local catering hall. My wife's family is small and aside from the 2 of us, her 2 sisters and their husbands, and her mother attended. Sara, my brother in law's fiancé, had a larger family and they outnumbered us 2-1 in attendance. Two of Sara's cousins who attended the party lived close to the hall and we hung out with them. We were drinking with them and doing shots and having a great time.
I could see Lenora was having a good time and getting blasted with all the shots we were having, but we didn't do this often and we wanted to have some fun.
The party was ending and one of the cousin's, Hector, invited us to go out to a local bar that wasn't too far from the place. It wasn't too late so we accepted. We actually were the only ones on Lenora's side to go.
We were pretty inebriated so we left our car in the parking lot and went with the group in another car. Uncle Juan, who was Hector's father and didn't drink, drove the car. It was Lenora and I, George and Hector, and Yoli, Hector's girlfriend.
The bar wasn't in the best part of town, but considering these guys knew the place and said they were regulars there, I thought it was ok. Lenora was drunk and could care less anyway. Uncle Juan dropped us off. He lived a few blocks away from the bar. Lenora and I would call a cab to bring us back to our car when the evening was over.
The place was like the old neighborhood bars I used to hang out growing up in Brooklyn. The bar was long and made of dark wood and there were booths and tables all around. It was dimly lit, and the guy behind the bar was an old Spanish guy. You got your drinks from him and either sat at the bar, which had some stools, or sat at a table or booth. There was a modern looking juke box in the corner where Latin music was playing.
There were 2 guys at the end of the bar who I assumed were local guys. They were talking loudly to each other and seemed as drunk as we were. Both were Hispanic, one had long black hair and a mustache. The other had darker skin, actually he was black and had a shaved head and a huge neck. He looked like a bodybuilder. Both looked over at the group as we walked in, particularly at my staggering wife. One of them yelled out, "Oye, Jorge, ¿qué zorra caliente nos has traído esta noche"?
Oddly, I didn't see any women. Lenora and Yoli were the only 2 women in the place.
We all went to the bar and ordered drinks. I stood at the bar while Lenora sat down next to me. George pushed his way in next to me, between Lenora and I. Hector and Yoli sat on the other side of Lenora.
The guys at the other end of the bar obviously knew George and came over to our side of the bar and started to drink with us. I was ordering another drink when George introduced them to Lenora, but not to me. I was a little drunk too but thought it odd that he did that.
I asked George who those guys were, and he said, "That's Tomas, with the long hair, and Tito. They're always in here looking for 'la panocha'," and he laughed. I didn't know what that meant, but I had their names now.
Then George went back to talking about the party and how drunk he was and what a nice time he had.
I didn't realize how big those guys were until they came over to where we were. They both were clearly over 6 feet tall. I'm only 5'6" and Lenora is shorter at 5'1", so they towered over us.
Everyone was having a good time. I was still talking to George. He was buying shots of tequila for everyone. Lenora was still drinking and talking with the Tomas and Tito. I couldn't even see her because of George and Tomas, but I heard her laughing. Hector was now farther down the bar with Yoli. It seemed they were distancing themselves from the group for some reason.
I would catch George talking in Spanish to the old bartender every so often. The old man would glance at me, then at Lenora, then smile slyly and nod at George. George also spoke Spanish to Tomas, and Tomas would look at me then go back to talking to Lenora.
I had to go to the bathroom to take a piss. I was going to tell Lenora but I couldn't get her attention. She was too busy talking with those guys.
I walked to the bathroom which was in the back past the bar. It was small with a sink, one urinal, and one stall. It was very tight in there, especially if more than 2 people were near the sink. As I walked there, I noticed that on the other side of the tables and booths there was a room. It had a large window with blinds that were closed. On the door there was a sign that read, "Private".
As I took a piss, George came into the bathroom and started washing his hands. He started talking to me and asking me questions about Lenora, like where did we meet, how long were we married and small talk stuff.
As I finished and washed my hands, I was a little confused by all these questions. I was drunk too and not really listening to him anyway but he was annoying now. More annoying was that he was kind of blocking me so I couldn't get out of the bathroom.
I finally got past him and left. As I was walking back to the bar, I noticed that Lenora was standing up now, not sitting on the stool anymore and she was shouting. I didn't see Hector, Yoli or Tito. The bartender was gone too!
Lenora was drunk, as I could see her swaying with her back against the bar. The bar was actually holding her up. She was pointing up at the Tomas and shouting. I could hear her slurred, drunken voice, "Don't touch me! Who do you think you are? Keep your hands off me!" She was trying to push his hands away from her but kept missing them. He kept grabbing at her breasts. I could hear him laughing at her drunkenness.
Tomas said, "You want me to play with you Lenora. You have been wanting me to touch you all night, puta. Now I will give you what you want. And a little more."
