would love someone to write me a story

Well, here is a start. Not real big on character development, foreplay or building tension, but reamisterably hot, I hope.

The evening started out well enough. My wife and I had driven to a Japanese restaurant situated way out in a remote area and enjoyed an excellent dinner. She is not a heavy takeer, and I must confess to having encouraged her to take a fair quantity of the deceptivly smooth top shelf saki, in hopes of loosening her usual inhibitions for some wilder than the usual fun when we got home.
Everything was going fine on the drive home until the car begain to overheat. By the time I found a place to pull off the main road a cooling hose had burst and steam was pouring out from under the hood. I felt a little helpless stuck out in the middle of nowhere with no tools or phone, and was actually glad when a van came along and stopped alongside.
I was less sure about things when five teenage males got out and four of them walked right up and started checking out my wife (one had a flashlight, which he shined right in her face.) I wanted her to roll up the windows and lock the doors, but instead she smiled back at them, which made me start to get angry.
The driver of the van meanwhile walked up to me "Looks like you need our help with the old girl"
I couldn't believe my ears when I heard my wife laugh and blurt out "Damn right!"
She later explained that she had seen right away that the only safe way out of the situation was to pretend go along with them, and that it was lucky for me she was such a quick thinker. That may well be true but that is not how it seemed at the time.
They were all having a good laugh at my expense, but at this point I was sure it was just the takes talking and she really had not meant that the way it sounded. It got harder to keep fooling myself about what was going on when the one with the light asked her to "Get out here so we can check you out." and in an instant she was standing between the vehicles in her blue dress and high heels with a silly open mouthed grin on her face with the light shining right on her tits.
"If you young gentlemen would just be on your way, we..."
"Oh, we are so on our way, Pops",said the driver, grabbing her tits from behind, her letting him, everybody watching, him in complete control, taking his time, rubbing his crotch on my wifes ass and her rubbing back, leaning forward and grinding away like a porn star.
"All right, thats enough!" really loosing control, ready to swing, but being cut off by the old playground trick, sprawling backwards from a shove to the chest with one of them on all fours behind my back. I don't even remember the details of the struggle. Next thing I knew I was on my knees in front of the van, hands behind my back and tied to the bumper, gagged with some filthy greasy rag from somewhere.
They turned on the headlights and some of that awful loud music with that bass that makes your head hurt, as the driver walked my woman into the light in front of me hands with his hands still filled with her big tits and starting to get rougher.
"I dont think Pops likes us very much, Baby" "How about you, do you like us?"
"Yes"
"Yes what"
"Yes, I like you."
"Yes, Sir, you like us all very much"
"Yes, Sir I like you all very much" To a kid half her age!
"Well, then, I just have one little question. If you like us all so much, how come you still have that dress on?"