Straight Female / 48
Hello.
I have been reading this site for fun and erotic stories for over 6 months. This is the first time I decided to actually write something myself because I want to get it out.
My husband and I live in Indonesia. I am Indonesian and my husband is American. We retired early with plans to move here from the US. We have been here for almost 4 years now. Everything was going really well until a week ago. Here is what happened.
We go to restaurants for lunch maybe 4 days a week. One particular place at a mall in our city sees us once or twice a week. It is one of our favorite places. A week ago we went to lunch at our favorite place like normal, had a nice lunch, and then did a bit of shopping. We travel with Grab so once we get where we like to be picked up, we schedule them. We like to meet up with Grab in the underground parking area because there are less people standing around waiting for some type of transportation like in the main doors.
Just as we went out the parking door, phone in hand ready to schedule a Grab we were approached by 4 Indonesian males that I would guess were in their late 20s. Our city isn't known for hard arm crime so we thought nothing of it. I guess we should have because as soon as they got to us one jumped behind my husband and held a s throat. One got right in my face and demanded all my money. Another got right in front of my husband and started going through his pockets. They made us move around the corner of the entrance and back into a darker area that had some cardboard stacked up. The one in front of me grabbed my phone and my purse forcefully. I told my husband to just stay calm and let them have their money. He isn't very small and he likes to think of himself as my defender so I knew I needed to tell him to just stay still so he didn't get hurt. One guy who wasn't up close to us seemed to be the leader and was telling the others what to grab. Besides my phone, they grabbed my husband's phone, his cash, his debit cards, my cash, and my debit cards. I speak Indonesian so I was trying to communicate with them and to just take the cash and go. I guess that wasn't enough. My purse was thrown to the side and they started in on the big brave Bule (foreigner)that thinks he can come in and just take their Women. I am 58 years old and while I may look like late 30s, I tried to explain how we have been married for 34 years. Then they just started in on me and how I must hate Indonesian dick and just want some Bule dick.
Another knife came out and this time it was pointed directly at my face. I was scared. Really scarred. They already had our cash and cards. The leader states that they will make me appreciate Indonesian dick and hate the Bule dicks. My husband didn't understand what they were saying but I seen a look in his eyes like he was about to come to my rescue at any cost when he seen that knife pointed at me. I told him to just stay still and added that I think they want to r**e me. He wasn't liking that at all and started to move towards me. The guy with the knife to his neck showed him immediately he was serious and cut his neck slightly. Enough to be able to see some blood dripping down his neck. I told him to stop. Stay still no matter what. I told him I would be OK.
The leader came up to me and reached between my legs and grabbed my crotch. Take off your pants he told me. I undid my pants and slipped them down. Your underwear too he commanded. I did as he said. His hand reached again between my legs and said something about how I must really want Indonesian dick. I just stayed quiet looking towards my husband slightly shaking my head no. The leader grabbed my shoulders and led me a few steps and turned me towards my husband face to face. Bend over he commanded me. I did as told. All this time I was thinking that someone would have to hear us and check what was going on but no one did. I could feel him push his dick in me and work it back and forth. I looked up at my husband and could see a tear run down his face even with his look of frozen rage. I didn't look at him again. I couldn't. Finally the first gets finished with me and pulls out to cum. Immediately the second start his turn. All the while they are r****g me they keep taunting my husband with "you like Bule?" "You like?" One by one the fuck me. All the time telling me how great Indonesian dick is. Telling me to say that Indonesian dick is the greatest in the world. I did not say it ever. It wasn't great, it was disgusting. Only one of them had any size to it where I thought it would somewhat measure up to a Western dick. The other 3 including the leader were micro dicks. No wonder they had to r**e people to get some.
Finally they finished and while laughing, left together. My husband immediately grabbed and hugged me asking if I was OK? I assured him I wasn't hurt in any way. I looked at his neck and was worried about that. What should we do I asked him? We should call the police he told me. I explained that he knew as well as I that nothing would happen, especially with a white guy. No he said, we have to. You were assaulted and we at least have to try and get justice. I was really crying now and I agreed. He told me to stay right here and he would go inside and tell someone to call the police. He did that and of course someone asked why and he told them his wife was assaulted. They could see the blood on his neck and while someone was calling the police he returned to me along with another three people who wanted to see what happened. 2 ladies and 1 guy. The ladies immediately came up to me because I hadn't thought of putting my pants back on so they hid me so I could. They all wanted to know what happened and I somewhat explained it. The guy immediately asked how they were dressed. He was going to see if he could find them. My husband was hoping he could because Indonesian justice would have been calling them out for their actions and a mob would serve them their punishment.
The police finally arrived. I told them what happened, described them the best I could and told them I didn't know which way they exited. I pointed out the cum splattered on the cement to the police. They instructed us to go to the hospital where I would be tested and my husband's neck looked at and treated. We did that and I had a humiliating exam. We left with instructions to return to the police station the next morning. We did that and filled out the police reports in writing then. We received guarantees that the police would work hard on finding these criminals and of course, it would help if we could donate some coffee and cigarette money to the investigators. We gave them 1 juta Rupiah which is equivalent to about 80 US Dollars. We still know not a thing will be done or even looked into unless they catch these guys in the act someplace. They they will probably be forced to apologize and be on their way. That is just the norm.
A week later and I have pretty much gotten over the ape part except for the feeling I have about being forced. The problem is my husband. He feels like he is a complete failure since he couldn't protect me. He just can't get past the fact that their was really not anything he could have done without great injury or worse coming to him. He has become depressed and has even suggested I divorce him since he failed me. I of course said I would never divorce him and that he never failed me. He followed my directions is all. I tell him that I know that he would have kicked everyone's asses if I would have just said so but I didn't want him to. Nothing seems to be helping yet and I can just hope that time will help. I just hope we never run into one of those guys because it will be my husband in prison I'm afraid. Not really sure what else I can do.
I have been reading this site for fun and erotic stories for over 6 months. This is the first time I decided to actually write something myself because I want to get it out.
My husband and I live in Indonesia. I am Indonesian and my husband is American. We retired early with plans to move here from the US. We have been here for almost 4 years now. Everything was going really well until a week ago. Here is what happened.
We go to restaurants for lunch maybe 4 days a week. One particular place at a mall in our city sees us once or twice a week. It is one of our favorite places. A week ago we went to lunch at our favorite place like normal, had a nice lunch, and then did a bit of shopping. We travel with Grab so once we get where we like to be picked up, we schedule them. We like to meet up with Grab in the underground parking area because there are less people standing around waiting for some type of transportation like in the main doors.
Just as we went out the parking door, phone in hand ready to schedule a Grab we were approached by 4 Indonesian males that I would guess were in their late 20s. Our city isn't known for hard arm crime so we thought nothing of it. I guess we should have because as soon as they got to us one jumped behind my husband and held a s throat. One got right in my face and demanded all my money. Another got right in front of my husband and started going through his pockets. They made us move around the corner of the entrance and back into a darker area that had some cardboard stacked up. The one in front of me grabbed my phone and my purse forcefully. I told my husband to just stay calm and let them have their money. He isn't very small and he likes to think of himself as my defender so I knew I needed to tell him to just stay still so he didn't get hurt. One guy who wasn't up close to us seemed to be the leader and was telling the others what to grab. Besides my phone, they grabbed my husband's phone, his cash, his debit cards, my cash, and my debit cards. I speak Indonesian so I was trying to communicate with them and to just take the cash and go. I guess that wasn't enough. My purse was thrown to the side and they started in on the big brave Bule (foreigner)that thinks he can come in and just take their Women. I am 58 years old and while I may look like late 30s, I tried to explain how we have been married for 34 years. Then they just started in on me and how I must hate Indonesian dick and just want some Bule dick.
Another knife came out and this time it was pointed directly at my face. I was scared. Really scarred. They already had our cash and cards. The leader states that they will make me appreciate Indonesian dick and hate the Bule dicks. My husband didn't understand what they were saying but I seen a look in his eyes like he was about to come to my rescue at any cost when he seen that knife pointed at me. I told him to just stay still and added that I think they want to r**e me. He wasn't liking that at all and started to move towards me. The guy with the knife to his neck showed him immediately he was serious and cut his neck slightly. Enough to be able to see some blood dripping down his neck. I told him to stop. Stay still no matter what. I told him I would be OK.
The leader came up to me and reached between my legs and grabbed my crotch. Take off your pants he told me. I undid my pants and slipped them down. Your underwear too he commanded. I did as he said. His hand reached again between my legs and said something about how I must really want Indonesian dick. I just stayed quiet looking towards my husband slightly shaking my head no. The leader grabbed my shoulders and led me a few steps and turned me towards my husband face to face. Bend over he commanded me. I did as told. All this time I was thinking that someone would have to hear us and check what was going on but no one did. I could feel him push his dick in me and work it back and forth. I looked up at my husband and could see a tear run down his face even with his look of frozen rage. I didn't look at him again. I couldn't. Finally the first gets finished with me and pulls out to cum. Immediately the second start his turn. All the while they are r****g me they keep taunting my husband with "you like Bule?" "You like?" One by one the fuck me. All the time telling me how great Indonesian dick is. Telling me to say that Indonesian dick is the greatest in the world. I did not say it ever. It wasn't great, it was disgusting. Only one of them had any size to it where I thought it would somewhat measure up to a Western dick. The other 3 including the leader were micro dicks. No wonder they had to r**e people to get some.
Finally they finished and while laughing, left together. My husband immediately grabbed and hugged me asking if I was OK? I assured him I wasn't hurt in any way. I looked at his neck and was worried about that. What should we do I asked him? We should call the police he told me. I explained that he knew as well as I that nothing would happen, especially with a white guy. No he said, we have to. You were assaulted and we at least have to try and get justice. I was really crying now and I agreed. He told me to stay right here and he would go inside and tell someone to call the police. He did that and of course someone asked why and he told them his wife was assaulted. They could see the blood on his neck and while someone was calling the police he returned to me along with another three people who wanted to see what happened. 2 ladies and 1 guy. The ladies immediately came up to me because I hadn't thought of putting my pants back on so they hid me so I could. They all wanted to know what happened and I somewhat explained it. The guy immediately asked how they were dressed. He was going to see if he could find them. My husband was hoping he could because Indonesian justice would have been calling them out for their actions and a mob would serve them their punishment.
The police finally arrived. I told them what happened, described them the best I could and told them I didn't know which way they exited. I pointed out the cum splattered on the cement to the police. They instructed us to go to the hospital where I would be tested and my husband's neck looked at and treated. We did that and I had a humiliating exam. We left with instructions to return to the police station the next morning. We did that and filled out the police reports in writing then. We received guarantees that the police would work hard on finding these criminals and of course, it would help if we could donate some coffee and cigarette money to the investigators. We gave them 1 juta Rupiah which is equivalent to about 80 US Dollars. We still know not a thing will be done or even looked into unless they catch these guys in the act someplace. They they will probably be forced to apologize and be on their way. That is just the norm.
A week later and I have pretty much gotten over the ape part except for the feeling I have about being forced. The problem is my husband. He feels like he is a complete failure since he couldn't protect me. He just can't get past the fact that their was really not anything he could have done without great injury or worse coming to him. He has become depressed and has even suggested I divorce him since he failed me. I of course said I would never divorce him and that he never failed me. He followed my directions is all. I tell him that I know that he would have kicked everyone's asses if I would have just said so but I didn't want him to. Nothing seems to be helping yet and I can just hope that time will help. I just hope we never run into one of those guys because it will be my husband in prison I'm afraid. Not really sure what else I can do.
