Stacy and I had finished all the paperwork.  Renting a motor home for two weeks took a lot of signing and agreeing.  It was late July and we were heading north where we didn't have a plan or care.  We were looking forward to a fun adventure in the southwest.  

The vehicle was big;  a nice bedroom in the back with a queen-size bed, a dresser and a TV.  Then forward of the bedroom was a fairly nice bathroom with a shower that looked like it could hold two people... which I was hoping it would eventually.  Then a kitchen with a booth-like table that could fit four snugly.  From there, you could step right into the cab area of the vehicle. The weather was hot, as in sweaty hot. We had AC, but, being mechanically inept, I was leery of using it for fear of overheating.

The first hours of the trip were fun and filled with a bit of figuring out how things worked, such as how to pull on and off the highway in a rig much larger than we had ever experienced.  The first night, we had a small campsite booked, so we were able to park and get some sleep without any problem.  But, as the sun came up and we headed out on the open road, we had no other reservations or plans. After all, this was our spontaneous road trip adventure.  

By the way, I'm Tim, thirty-eight, 5'5", 145lbs and my wife Stacy, who I know I'm lucky to be with, is 5'1", 109lbs.  I remember because she always says 109lbs and never 110lbs. In spite of her tiny frame, Stacy has 36 c tits, and an ass that isn't big but is very tight and her firm little bubble butt fills out any pair of jeans amazingly.  Stacy isn't naive by any means;  she knows by now, (she is thirty-four),  that she has a body that all men want to get their hands on.  I know it as well.

We have been married seven years and Stacy briefly had an affair with her ex-boyfriend about two years ago.  While I call it an affair, and although it wasn't exactly a love affair, it still hurt bad and really wounded my manhood.  The fact that I learned later that it was largely a physical thing between them didn't soothe my fears of losing her.  It lasted about two to three months.  The last month or so of the affair she was open with me about it and once even asked me to drive her to his house when her car wouldn't start.  I know it sounds bad, and it was, but I stayed by her and she did eventually stop seeing him.  But to be very clear, Stacy and I get along great.  We both have a fun/silly side and have a lot of laughs together.  We rarely ever argue.  We truly enjoy each other's company.  A number of times in our seven years together people have said we seem like brother and sister.  

So back to the road.  We had covered about 400 miles so far and the trip was going great.  I opened my side window a bit and let the wind from the road cool me while Stacy split her time between being my co-pilot (which often meant putting her feet on the dash and painting her toenails or playing with the radio), and getting us drinks and snacks as we drove.

Seeing her climb back in and out of her seat was a big treat for me.  Stacy was wearing a white pair of stretchy short shorts, I think they are made of Lycra or spandex.  They were very short and fit her like a second skin. Her legs, tanned, toned and perfect, were on full display.  And that ass, oh my god, I can never get used to seeing her butt.  It's insane.  I nearly drifted out of my lane by staring at her.  

Stacy always acts as if she doesn't know or realize when men are staring at her ass...but she knows.   Accompanying those little white shorts was a white tee that also clung to her body.  It was a midriff, so it only went about two or three inches below the bottom of her tits.  You could see her flat toned tummy.  Even though it was just Stacy and me alone in the motor home, I was kind of bothered by the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. 

But then I realized...who was going to see?  If we stopped, I assumed she would put something on because her nipples were visible.  I'm not a prude, but I'm not the kind of guy that's comfortable showing off his wife.  I'm a pretty small and skinny guy and wouldn't want to have to get into a fight with anyone that might hit on her. 

Around one p.m. we pulled off the side of the highway onto a gravel pull-off area.  It was so cool just turning the motor home off and walking back to the kitchen table and having a refreshing drink and a sandwich.  It was hot, so we opened the side door which was facing away from the road.  The traffic in the area was very sparse,  so the vehicle provided a bit of shade as well as a slight cool breeze.

This type of adventure was new to us, but we were having a great time.  No plans, no itinerary, no schedule.  Over lunch, I looked at a map and Stacy searched her laptop to find a suitable spot to pull off the highway for the night.  We found a few potential spots and soon were back on the road.  The sun was slowly setting to our left as we cruised along. 

The terrain began to leave the desert behind and became more rolling hills with trees becoming more common.  The idea we came up with over lunch was to just take a side road off the highway and find a place to park for the night.  These side roads were just roads.  There were no shops or houses.  Just roads that must lead somewhere, but it wasn't like we were pulling up in front of someone's house.  Just trees and land as far as the eye could see.

Shortly after sunset, we had found our spot.  It was around two miles off the highway under a tall group of shady oak trees.  It turned out that this might have been a spot where people could walk down to a creek that we discovered about 250 feet from where we were parked.  But there was no sign of anyone and as night fell we felt safe no one would be showing up. 

Stacy and I had some dinner, drank a few beers and felt safe enough to take a walk down the road and it was wonderful; no vehicles came from either direction the entire evening.  Seeing Stacy in those shorts all day had me very eager for the night ahead although she teased me a bit about being like a little kid staring at her.  

A bit later, we ended up making out in the bedroom.  While Stacy and I have been together seven years, I still felt lucky to be with her, but also I carry a dread of inadequacy.  In addition, to be a pretty short and skinny guy, I'm not exactly packing down below.   Fully hard, I'm around 4-4.5 inches.  The other curse for me is that with Stacy, I tend to cum rather quickly.  I am not lying when I say I have watched Stacy undressing slowly in our bedroom and have accidentally cum in my pants.  It's always been a bit of a problem for me since high school.  Stacy has never made it an obvious issue other than those two months she was seeing her ex-boyfriend.

I had learned to be good with my hands and tongue, and I fully believed I made her happy.  Unfortunately, on this night, under the stars in our cozy motor home, I came after about two minutes of sex.  As always when that happens, she kissed my forehead and said she loved me.  I tried to make Stacy cum with my fingers on her clit, but it didn't happen.  We were both tired from the day.  I promised her I'd try again in the morning. 

Around eight a.m., I got up and didn't see Stacy next to me and instantly panicked.  So I called for her and got no answer.  I flew out of the motor home and didn't see her.  I called out to her and nothing.  I ran down to the creek and found her sitting on a rock, knees up with arms resting on her knees, just enjoying the peaceful setting.  I instantly calmed down and realized how silly it was for me to be worried. 

We were off in the middle of nowhere. The setting around us was so beautiful and tranquil.  We sat by the water for a bit and then walked back.  We cleaned up the motor home and folded up the two chairs we had sitting outside under the trees.  It was around ten a.m. and we figured we'd head out and see where the highway took us.  With everything packed and stowed away, we hopped in the front seats and I turned the key.  And then I turned it again.  And again.  Come on you motor...start! 

"Shit," I said as Stacy and I stared at the dashboard, both of us hoping to hear the engine turn over.

"Will it start?"  Stacy asked, in a tone that inferred I had any clue.

 "Honey, you know as well as I do I don't know the first thing about engines."

 I tried again, waited a minute, and tried again.  Nothing.

"Son of a bitch!"  I shouted.

The reality of my lack of mechanical knowledge was glaring now.  Stacy looked at me and she could tell by the look on my face that we were stuck.  It may have been my own mind torturing me, but I could feel Stacy's disappointment. I stood and walked back to the kitchen and paced the floor.

"Ok, we're stuck but we have plenty of food and water and it's not winter so the night air won't be too cold.  Our cell service is sketchy here, but if we walk the two or three miles to the highway we can either flag someone down or perhaps get better service."

Those were my thoughts.  That was the reality.  Keep calm.  Don't worry,  we can fix this.  The more I talked it out, the more I realized it might be a blessing. We loved the spot we were in and who knows, maybe we wouldn't find a better one.  Stacy liked the creek and the road west looked like our own private trail into the mountains.

Not a single car had come or gone on the road since we had been here.  The feeling we had was this was like our own little private place.  Stacy today was wearing nothing more than a tee-shirt and a pair of her cute bikini-style underwear.  Nothing else.  But it seemed fine.  We were all alone, the temperature was already around eighty-five by noon so, why not?  The cute yellow tee she wore clung to her tiny frame and went no further than an inch below her amazing ass.  I could occasionally see a glimpse of her black thong underwear peeking out from under her tee-shirt.  She sat there in the passenger seat seemingly trying to make the best of the situation as she brushed her silken blond hair behind her ear.  God, I was a lucky guy.  

"Well,  I guess we're here for a day or two since it's Saturday and even if we found a place, they likely aren't gonna be open till Monday," I said, rationalizing things as I spoke. 

We unfolded the chairs, set them outside the door and settled in for the day.  After fiddling around looking, I realized I couldn't even find out how to open the hood of the motor home, and what did it matter, it was all a mystery to me anyway.  So, I tried to make the best of it.  

We had lunch around one p.m. and took a walk down the road, maybe a mile or so, and realizing that the sun would be setting soon, we turned and headed back. Stacy said she wanted to go see if she could find the little "fishies" that were in the creek and I certainly didn't want to disappoint my lovely wife.  I figured since she was in nothing but a tee-shirt and underwear, it was best we didn't stray too far from the motor home in case anyone happened by as we walked.  We got back and I told her to have fun with her fishies and that I would begin getting dinner ready for later.   I had been in the motor home about ten minutes when a truck pulled up.

That's when it happened.  I had no idea that this was the beginning moment that would forever change our lives.  As I stood in the kitchen cutting some vegetables, a truck pulled up in front of the motor home and stopped.  The engine shut off.   I peeked out thru the windshield and noticed one person inside.  The guy in the truck just sat there for like three minutes, then five minutes.  Finally, his door swung open and he got out.  He instantly looked menacing.  

He was easily 6'5" and 250lbs.  He had a black tee-shirt and jeans on and for some reason was wearing leather work gloves.  He took a casual look around and headed for the door of our motor home.  I wasn't sure if I felt relief or worry.  I know I was scared.  So I nervously went to the door and opened it and said hello while still standing in the motor home doorway.  He looked about twenty-five and was every bit of 6'5".  I looked at him almost eye to eye until I stepped down out of the motor home.  When my feet landed on the ground, it was almost comical.  I looked like a child next to him.

 "Hi, how are you?  I'm Tim, my...I'm just passing through and thought I'd stop here for a bit and my motor home wouldn't start."

I realized as I was talking that I was trying to get him to think it was just me.  The idea came out of me before I could think it through.  I guess I was more scared than I thought.  He looked at the two chairs sitting there and then back over at me.  I stood trying not to shake.  

He slipped his thumb on his belt buckle and spoke...

"Is that right?  Well, I'm Rick and I'm also just passing through and was feeling a little thirsty, friend.  So, how's about you go and get me a cold beer from inside your rig."

He said it in a tone that wasn't asking...but more telling.  I was careful not to look past him toward the creek.  I just nodded yes and went inside and as I did, I could hear him follow me.  I wanted to tell him to wait outside but was too afraid. 

Once inside, he took a look around and luckily, there was nothing of Stacy's laying around.  I opened the fridge and grabbed a beer and handed it to him.  He took the beer and it looked like a miniature can in his hand.  

Any thoughts of him taking the beer and leaving went out the window when he leaned up against the kitchen table and opened the can.  His back was to the creek, where Stacy was, so that was good.  I stood there trying to figure what to do, or say, or not say. 

His black tee-shirt was tight to his lean muscled body.  His arms like steel and covered in tattoos, his jeans snug and covered in dirt.  He looked like he might have been a mechanic.  I thought about telling him our...my troubles with the motor home but fear and instinct told me not to.  

The air was definitely filled with tension...but none coming from him.  Then he spoke.  

"So...just you out here all by yourself, hey Timmy?"
   
I nodded yes.

As he took another slug of his beer...my eyes caught something out of the window to the right, it was Stacy on the trail back to the motor home.  She looked so carefree as she walked right towards us, with daisies in her hand, in nothing but a yellow tee-shirt and black bikini underwear.

Rick luckily was looking the other way so I frantically tried to catch Stacy's attention and wave her away.  She saw me and instead waved back, smiling and continued towards us.  

Rick was finishing his last slug of beer when the motor home door suddenly opened and, still leaning against the table, saw Stacy for the first time.  My heart sank.  As Stacy climbed the two steps she looked to her left and saw this unexpected giant standing so casual and relaxed in our motor home.  

"Oh, hello," Stacy said in a caught off guard slightly nervous tone. 

I decided to chime in and introduce everyone, but before I could, Rick stood up and turned to Stacy and looked down at her.

"Well, hello there little, one. I'm Rick." 

He set his beer can down, took off his leather glove and reached to shake her hand.  She nervously offered her hand which quickly disappeared in his.  Rick turned slightly and looked over his shoulder at me.

"Well, well, Timmy boy, I don't recall you mentioning you had yourself a fine little thing like Stacy here."

He turned and leaned back against the table once again and I could now see that Stacy looked like a little child next to him.  She stood there, clearly growing scared, clutching her delicate flowers.  She set them on the counter and tried to act casual.  She made her way towards me but as she passed Rick she realized there was only a small space to get past him.  She turned towards the sink and tried to slide past which caused her amazing ass to graze against his jeans and his bulge to brush along her lower back.  She got past and almost rushed into my arms.  

Rick looked casually out the front again and noted that it was getting dark.  He decided that rather than drive on in his pick up, he would stay the night here with us.  Apparently, we didn't have a say in the matter.  Stacy and I wanted to speak up.  To say something.  But neither of us could. 

Rick looked at the table.

 "This table folds into a bed, doesn't it, Timmy ?"   

"Yes...yes it does."  

The words Rick next spoke would send chills thru Stacy and me.  

"Well good. You should be right comfy out here then...don't you think, Timmy?"

I tried my best to stand up to his insinuation.  

"Listen, Rick, I don't mind you staying here if you have to.  But that pull-out isn't big enough for Stacy and me." 

I felt I had put my foot down.  I was certain Stacy was proud of me.  

Rick's reply let the air out of my brief assertiveness.  He looked at Stacy, who clung to me as she looked down, unable to hold his dominant eyes.   

"Well, you see. You're partly right about that, Timmy.  Little Stacy here won't be sleeping on that pull-out tonight."  

Stacy's grip on me tightened.  I knew she already hated this asshole every bit as much as I did.  Rick looked across at the kitchen counter and saw our bowl of fresh fruit.  He grabbed an apple and pulled out a large knife and began carving off pieces and eating them.  He told us to go on about our business of making dinner because he was hungry. 

Stacy and I looked at each other and nervously set about preparing dinner like we would have, except there was a gruesome tension in the air as we could hear his knife carve into the apple.

I stood side by side with Stacy at the kitchen counter as we made dinner with her standing there in what basically amounted to a tight yellow tee-shirt.

I could feel Rick's eyes probably staring at her bare legs and barely covered butt just a foot or two in front of him.  Earlier in the day, her outfit had me excited and now it had me scared to death.  Rick stood up and moved behind Stacy, leaning over her and looked at tonight's dinner, leaving no space between them. 

I noticed Stacy suddenly wince a little.  Her firm flat tummy now almost pressed against the counter. 

We finished making dinner and Rick sat at the table eating, with Stacy sitting in the booth seat across from him at his request.  Rick had me sit in the passenger seat of the cab which swiveled and allowed me to turn and face them as we ate.

He had his back to me and I could see Stacy.  She seemed nervous and scared.  I wasn't aware of it at the time, but Rick had slipped his boots off and had his foot resting on the seat across from him, between Stacy's legs.  Every once in a while, she would sort of suddenly jolt or gasp, even once dropping her fork on her plate. 

She seemed disgusted by Rick and finished her food as quickly as she could. 

Once she set her dishes in the sink, she came straight over to me and sat on the floor at my feet. The evening had become cool but when I felt Stacy lean back against my shins, she felt very warm, almost hot.  I worried she may be getting sick.  We sat at the front of the cab while Rick continued to eat his dinner. 

Finally, he stood up, left his plate on the table and went outside.  

Stacy and I whispered to each other about what we should do.  We had hardly any phone service and we certainly weren't going to apprehend him.  He was 6'5 of muscle and menace.  We quickly halted our whispering as he returned. 

He arrogantly climbed inside the motor home, grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked over to us.  He looked down at Stacy, opened his beer and took a long slug.  He stuck his giant hand down to her.  She looked at it and then back to me.  I sat there completely horrified.  I finally spoke up.

"Please, Rick, don't do this.  Please.  We don't want any trouble."

He took another slug of his beer and leaned directly over Stacy towards me.

Suddenly, he punched me hard in the face, knocking me out of the chair and I fell against the dashboard. 

Stacy screamed, and he grabbed a handful of her hair firmly.  She was scared to death and sat frozen in terror. 

He stood there looking down at Stacy kneeling on the floor.  She was looking up at him.  They stared at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time.  Maybe half a minute. It seemed like forever.  She never took her eyes off of his. 

Then, in a calm and confident tone, he spoke to Stacy.

"You ready for bed, Stacy?"

Then, to my shock and horror, she very slowly nodded yes as she continued looking up at him.

"Good girl."

He stepped to the side as we both watched her walk to the bedroom, Stacy's little body disappearing as she slowly closed the door.  Rick looked down at me as his hand tauntingly adjusted the very large bulge in his jeans.

He grabbed my arm and lead me to the dining table.  He made me pull it out and set the cushions so it turned into a small bed.  He looked around and saw what looked like a repair kit or toolbox that lay behind the driver's seat.  He opened it and found a roll of duct tape.  He then bound my hands behind my back and he told me to scoot in and rest my back against the window.  My legs were stretched out on the cushions. 

"If you try to get off this bed, I will make you regret it. Understand?"

I sat there, worried for our safety.  I nodded yes.

Rick turned and went towards the bedroom.  I waited for the door to close behind him.  But it didn't.  From my position, I couldn't quite see around the cabinets to the door.  But I never heard it close.  It was quiet.  The hot summer day had given way to a mild cool night. 

I could hear the sound of voices, but couldn't quite make out the conversation.

I sat there feeling so helpless.  Then, I heard something.  I listened closer.  It was quiet and then I heard a different sound.

It sounded like someone changing clothes.  I definitely heard a belt buckle.  I heard boots drop on the floor.  It was all so muffled, but I could hear.  Then, a sudden loud sound ripped through my ears.

"Smack!"

It definitely wasn't a face.  It was Rick's hand slapping Stacy's firm butt.  I knew it because immediately after the smack sound, I heard Stacy gasp in surprise. After that, I could hear the sounds of the bed creak and squeak as they must have gotten into bed.

More quiet and then suddenly, a very clear gasp by Stacy.

"HUUUH!"  

Followed by whispers...

"OH MY GOD!"

"Huuh...Pleeeez...I, I can't...I..."

The next sound I heard tore my heart out.  It was the very clear and distinct sound of kissing. 

Then for a minute, it was quiet.

Then, it began. I could make out Stacy's breathing suddenly.  Short abrupt breaths.

 "HUUH...HUUH...HUUH...HUUH"...then it was quiet again. 

Dead quiet for like a minute. Then, the sound of Rick's voice saying something to Stacy.  The bed began to squeak in a very rhythmic pace.  Slow, but rhythmic.  

Squeak...squeak...squeak...squeak...squeak...squeak...squeak.  

Then slowly, slowly, I could hear Stacy.  Her breathing began to become audible. Her grunts matched in time with the bed squeaking...  

"Unngh...Unngh...Unngh...Unngh...Unngh...Unngh..."

There was little doubt now...he was inside my wife.  The pace slowly...slowly..slooowwwly picked up...and as it did, Stacy's sounds became more clear...and louder.   This went on for four minutes...five minutes...six minutes...seven minutes...eight minutes...nine minutes...ten minutes!!  I remember because the digital clock on the kitchen counter kept torturing me with the minutes passing. The bed started squeaking right at 8:47pm. Around 8:51pm Stacy began to moan louder, she was no longer groaning.  She was moaning, and then around 8:54pm she could be heard.

" OH MY GOD...OH MY GOD...OH MY GOD...OHHH NOO...NOOO...FUUUCK...FUCK...FUCK...OHH GOD...NO...NO...FUCK...FUUUUCK..PLEEEZ...DON'T...MAKE...ME...I'M GONNA...!!." 

And then suddenly it happened...Right at 8:57pm, Stacy began a long guttural moan that went on for what seemed forever...

"OHHHGAWWWD...OHHHH...GAWWWD...OHH GAWWWD...OHHHH...I CUM...MMING...I...CUMM...INNG...GOD...OHH GOD...IM...CUM....MMM...IIINNGGG...I...CUM...MINNNG!!! " 

And then it went quiet.  My heart was on the floor, I was gutted. 

The motor home was literally shaking as she came. 

The daisies she had picked earlier in the day had fallen off the counter near me like a cruel reminder of our life before tonight.

Then, it got worse.  The sound of kissing started, passionate kissing, and the bed began to squeak again, in rhythm.  Until she came for him again.  I could hear their bodies moving and suddenly a loud slap, most definitely his hand on her perfect ass. 

That was followed by the sounds of his body slamming into her from behind...and Stacy once again building into a wild animal in heat.  I could hear Stacy begging and pleading with him to fuck her.  She tried so hard to speak in whispers to him as if by now, I could possibly have not heard her life-changing orgasm moments earlier. He slammed into her for another ten minutes.  I could hear the sound of their bodies moving around the bed and then, more sounds of fucking.  This went on and on, and as time slowly crept by, I realized that my fear was not for our safety, but for losing my precious Stacy.   

My mind raced with thoughts of maybe losing her forever.  I would never forgive myself.  I don't know what time it was when I finally must have either fallen asleep or passed out from Rick's punch.  I would not see Stacy until the sun was up.

End Chapter I