My Wife, the Biker Chick
Written by Jack Frost / Feb 26, 2006
My Wife, the Biker Chick
My wife and I have been married for over twenty years now and about 5 years ago we started to juice up our sex life by talking about our fantasies. She had been married twice before and I had been married once before, so we had some experiences to share that also spiced things up. My wife?s best fantasy involved her being shared amongst a group of 4 or 5 bikers and becoming one of their women for a time. I always got off on this one when she told it because it involved her being gangbanged and seduced by other men, two of my favorite fantasies.
Since my wife had become overweight over the years and had raised two children who are now teenagers, I never thought anything would come of that fantasy and left it at that. About two years ago though, she began to change. She started a long term diet that she really stuck to and lost 40 pounds. A new sexiness seemed to come from her improved sense of self esteem and her sex drive really picked up. I could hardly keep up with her, even though I started exercising too and even jogging and bike riding.
I am fifty five now and she is ten years younger, so I was expecting the dam to break some evening when we partied (something we also had not done during our child rearing years). When she hit her first weight-loss target, we went dancing at a bar and she got wasted. She told me that night that the fantasy about the bikers wasn?t really a fantasy.
Just prior to her first marriage she had a fight with her fianc? and went out drinking at a bar with a girlfriend. They were approached by a group of bikers and were in a mood to accept their invitation to go out riding with them. One thing led to another when they started to drink and smoke a few joints, then they were banging them like mad.
Her girlfriend pretended it never happened the next day, but Debbie still had a fire burning in her loins that hadn?t been put out. She rode with the gang for about three weeks, fucking and sucking them all at every opportunity. She said she was so good at it the two of the other "mamas" in the gang started to get jealous and fights started to break out. She decided it was time, so Debbie returned to her old boyfriend and finally married him.
He never knew anything about this and just thought she disappeared for awhile and was avoiding him. Now I knew that she had been reliving this in her mind every time we had sex and I was frustrated that I couldn?t give her the pleasure that she had obviously had then.
I knew that since the more recent biker gangs were mostly into heavier drugs and were more violent, I didn?t want to risk approaching any of them in their environment. I loved Debbie and wanted her to be happy and sexually satisfied, but I didn?t want her to be in any physical danger.
For the next year I put the fantasy aside until I met an old bartender buddy, Arty, whom I had known at a topless bar during my single days. I barely recognized him when I saw him at the liquor store, but we talked briefly and he suggested that I come have a drink at his latest establishment. Since it had been twenty years, I didn?t think we would have much to talk about, but I dropped by and discovered that his place catered to the biker crowd.
We talked about this and he said that this was one of the new wave of biker bars. These guys and their women were all from middle class homes and worked regular jobs during the week. One group of five, who happened to be in the bar at the time, were partying with four women. Arty said that the requirement for the women to be initiated into the group was that they had to be married, and not to anyone in the group.
They told Arty that this was because they liked to have unprotected gang-bang style sex and wanted no jealousy or fighting in the group. I told Arty that while four women was probably enough for this group, I thought I might get them a fifth. He said they were looking for another one to initiate, but they had tried out a few disgruntled wives that wandered into the bar and none of them had made it past the first step.
I was thinking that this was Debbie?s chance to rekindle her old fantasy and I could get off on it too. I asked Arty if the group were mean or violent in any way. He said they were some of his best customers and except for making passes at many of the unfortunate women who wandered in, they never gave him any trouble and never showed any cruelty towards the women they picked up.
I had Arty introduce me to the leader of the group, whose nickname was Monk. I told him about my wife?s past history and he started to grin. I could tell he was interested. He said to bring her by some night and he would check her out. If she met the standards they would give her a test ride, as he called it.
I was almost shaking in anticipation when I walked out the door. I told Monk that I wanted this to be a surprise, so not to let on that I had talked to him beforehand. I wanted to just stumble on this group in Arty's bar. I had some planning to do, because I knew that these guys wouldn?t wear condoms, and Debbie was still a fertile female that was not on the pill (I had a vasectomy a few years back). I waited until she had just finished her period to take her to the place under the guise of getting back together with Arty after twenty years. Arty played the part to the hilt. Deb had worn a very sexy black leather short skirt and a white blouse tied in a knot at the waist with plenty of cleavage showing. She was wearing a black lace pushup bra with several buttons open on her blouse. Those 38DD?s were just looking to jump out at someone.
I had told her that I had driven by once on the way home to check out where this place was and I had seen a few Harley hogs and choppers parked out front. I think that intrigued her and was the reason for the sexy clothes. When we walked in it wasn?t five minutes before the group in the corner turned and began staring at us. When Monk turned and smiled at us I knew he approved. This was going to be a night to remember!
After we settled in at a table and had a couple of drinks, Debbie mentioned the good looking guy in the corner with the biker group. I could tell her juices were starting to flow. She said they didn?t look quite like most biker gangs she had seen in the past because there weren?t a lot of tattoos and long hair. I said welcome to the new millennium and having to keep a job to eat. After Debbie made eye contact with Monk, it was only about one more song before he came over and asked her to dance. She stared and smiled over her shoulder as he dragged her off and said ?Is this ok?? I pointed to the tent in my pants and answered that question without speaking a word. Debbie danced with every member of the group in the next two hours and downed several drinks in the process. She was obviously hornier than she had ever been in the last few years as she began gluing herself to the guys and humping their thigh with hers.
When Debbie went to the bathroom Monk wandered over and I knew what he wanted to talk about. He said they wanted to take her to their ?clubhouse? for a trial initiation. He said I wasn?t invited. I said could you take video so I could see it later? He said they filmed all their bitches ?first times? and that I would get a copy.
When Debbie came back she went over to Monk?s table and they talked for awhile, she then came over to me and asked me if she could go with them. I asked her if she was ready for the fucking of her life, she smiled and said ?You bet!? I followed them out the door and saw Debbie slide in behind Monk on his hog and ride off with the others. She yelled back to me not to wait up. Yeah right! Like I expected them back tonite instead of tomorrow.
Well Sunday about 10 am, Debbie rode up out front behind Monk and got off the bike. She gave him the sexiest French kiss with plenty of tongue and he stuck his hand up her skirt as he did it. I hoped the neighbors weren?t looking out the window! She approached me in the front walk and slapped big kiss on me too. She smelled of come! I dragged her in the house and we raced up the stairs to the bedroom.
I undid her blouse, but there was no bra! ?A souvenir for Monk.? she said. After I sucked her nipples and licked them, I stuck my hand under her skirt. No panties either! ?Another souvenir!? she said. She was shaved! I fingered her cunt and my finger went in easily! It was slippery with her juices and obviously the sperm from the gang! She unzipped her skirt and got on the bed, legs spread. ?Eat me baby!? she said. I dove in, my hardened tongue almost as stiff as my cock.
I spent the next tent minutes and two orgasms worth swabbing down her outer lips and inner fuck hole. She said they fucked her again this morning so I would have some cum to taste. She straddled my head and put her cunt right over my mouth. As she contracted her vagina, several wads of the white, sticky stiff plopped into my waiting mouth. I was in cuckold heaven! She then gave me some of the best cock sucking I had ever had.
She must have learned a few things this weekend too, like how to swallow a dick! I didn?t want to spew my load in her mouth this time so I flipped her on her back quickly, so I could plumb the depths of my new slut wife. I slipped in the slippery tunnel and began to realize that these guys must have been hung. She was quite loose. The thought of my lovely wife servicing those bikers with her mouth and cunt (and probably her ass), had me coming in no time.
Afterwards we talked and she told me that she would tell me all about the last 24 hours as we viewed the tape. Unfortunately I would have to wait until Tuesday to get a copy from Monk at the biker bar. He wanted to talk to me anyway, she said. We spent the rest of the day in the sack and had our two teenagers wondering what had happened to mom and dad.
Tuesday seemed to never come but finally did. I had Arty pour me a draft beer and waited for Monk and the group to show. Only Monk showed a bit later and I wondered what was wrong. He reached in his jacket and pulled out the tape as he approached me.
?Your old lady is the sexiest bitch I have ever had!? he said. He handed me the tape and said that it was going to be hotter than most any porno film I had ever seen. My dick twitched at the thought. He had Arty get him a beer and sat on the bar stool next to me.
He looked me straight in the eye and asked me if it would be ok if Debbie rode with the group. I said ?how often?? (thinking of her wifely and motherly duties.) ?Oh about every two or three Saturdays,? Monk replied. I said that would be ok as long as she wasn?t out all night every time. Monk told me that the rest of the gang were almost all family men too, and this was their secret life, so they were in somewhat the same boat as Debbie. They usually partied Saturday afternoons and wound it up by 10 to 12 pm at the latest. I said it sounded ok to me, I just wanted Debbie to be ok with it. He then started to compliment me on her sexual talents. He said while many had written about it, he had never met a girl that could deep throat his 9 inch fat cock without gagging, until Debbie, that is. I hadn?t had a sword swallowing episode from Debs in many years myself, so I figured she must have really had her motor running last Saturday night.
He also complimented me and said he enjoyed her ability to relax and lubricate her pussy while they were fucking and had taken his whole 9 inches to the absolute hilt. He said his dick was in heaven the whole time they fucked. I could now hardly wait to get home and view the tape. He said not to worry, that he would protect her on future trips when they rode and not let any other bikers outside of the gang have her unless she was really ok with it.
I had accepted my role now as her come sucking cuckold husband and was really loving it. My occasional lack of erections in the past due to a medical condition I had were going to be fewer because of my reborn slut of a wife. I could feel one coming on now as Monk seemed to smirk at me. So we parted with a beer toast and I rushed home to prepare for our VCR porno entertainment for the evening.
When Debbie came home she saw the wine on the table and the tape case sitting by the TV. She took the wine glass I filled for her and toasted to our new sex life. We sat next to each other on the couch and I stroked her bare leg all the way under her skirt to her thighs as the first scene came into view. My hand reached her pussy lips as I saw her on the screen dirty dancing with Monk.
One of the other guys came up behind her and they sandwiched her as they all ground together. My fingers touched a bare pair of vaginal lips just as Debbie unzipped Monks pants onscreen. Her juices were flowing like a river. She looked glazed and wanton in the scene as her lips pursed out and wrapped around the head of Monks? fat 9 incher. Debbie told me the day before that she had measured it that night. In fact she had measured all the guys just to confirm Monk?s statement that all gang members had 8 inches or more to get into the group.
The camera zoomed back out and another cock came into view. It was even longer than Monk?s, but a bit thinner. Debbie said, ?That?s Kenny?s dick. It felt great in my asshole later.? Debbie was then alternately licking and sucking each one of them as two of the other three guys and three girls looked on. Vicky, Kenny?s ?hot mama?, had to go home because of a family emergency with one of her kids. I assumed that the third guy was perating the camera. He kept it rolling through both of their orgasms and the cum show Debbie was giving with her tongue.
The camera panned over to Monk, sitting in a chair and stroking his dick, getting it warmed up. The next scene was a different guy, the cameraman I assumed, getting his suckjob and some deep throating from Debbie. I was fully erect now and Debbie had my hard prick in her hands gently stroking it. Somehow my pants had been unzipped and my magic wand popped into the open air. Debbie was a pro at this! My quiet, soft-spoken housewife was sucking cock like a nympho movie queen. The camera faded to black and then came back to life. The tall, thin guy who had been getting blown was now between my wife?s naked thighs rubbing the head of a long, thin cock up and down Debbie?s cuntlips. The head was starting to shine and the camera panned to Debbie?s face and she had her lips barely parted and her eyes mostly closed in bliss. She then said in a fairly low voice "Slip it in."
She was laying on her back with a pillow beneath her hips and on a throw rug. She flexed her hips upward as Tim, (whom I met later), pushed the head of his cock inward. The outer lips on Debs pussy flexed inward , then popped around the shaft as it plowed inwards. "Ooooooohhhhhh godddd!" she moaned.
Seeing her enjoy this first new cock in years, had my stick pulsing. I felt a warmth and looked down. Debbie had taken me in her wet mouth in conjunction with her penetration on the screen. I tensed up and came in a flood into her mouth. She swallowed it all. She had never swallowed all my cum before. This biker slut stuff was fabulous! Tim was coming on the screen too. Debbie was flexing her hips upward saying "Oh shit, fuck me, cummm in meee!" Tim?s butt clenched and he spasmed, pumping her full of spunk that started to seep out around the coupling of his cock and Debs stretched pussy lips. He collapsed on top of her and Debbie let out a sigh.
Their rest break was short lived, though, as Monk stepped in and pulled on Tim?s shoulder, telling him to get off. As he pulled out, Debbie looked up at Monk with a lustful grin while he positioned himself between her thighs. He held his large organ up to her entrance and bathed the head of it in the foamy come that was bubbling out of her gaping cunt. Her expression of lust for Monk and the picture of her just-fucked pussy would forever be burned in my brain. This was what she had fantasized about for the last 5 years (or longer).
He stroked her just a couple of inches and she gasped. "Deeper!" she begged. He penetrated her about halfway this time. "More!", she said more insistently. He then shoved the whole length into her. All 9 inches was buried and she began to spasm in another orgasm. This one caused her to close her eyes and wrap her legs around Monk?s waist, locking them together behind his back.
"You like Monk?s cunt stretcher, eh!?" "Oh, yessssss",she hissed through clenched teeth. As I watched the scene, Debbie whispered in my ear that she was addicted to his cock now and would have to have it on a regular basis. I just nodded numbly as my dick began to twitch and grow again. Debbie got on her hands and knees in front of me on the bed as we both watched the tape. She pointed her pussy at me and I bathed the purple head of my cock in the precome that was oozing from it. I shoved it and it slipped in effortlessly. She was still fairly loose from all the big cocks earlier and I stroked in time with Monk?s fucking her on the screen. I didn?t last but about five minutes, though, before I lost my second load. Monk?s stamina, though, was incredible, as he fucked Debbie for another 15 minutes, in every position I could think of.
Debbie seemed to enjoy riding him face-to-face with him sucking on her nipples the best. He came that way and almost bucked her off. The cameraman moved around and got a zoom in shot of the come running down Monk?s shaft as he continued to plunge into Debbie. It took another 5 minutes for him to wind down and admit he needed a break. The other three who hadn?t had Debbie were anxious to get their staffs buried, but Debbie said she needed a breather and something to drink.
After she guzzled a beer, she was flat on her back and spread saying "Someone fill me up." At this point I was thankful I had at least planned this during a fairly infertile part of Debbie?s cycle. She soon had buckets of come coming out of her as the three took turns. They all had her twice over the next two hours of tape.
The crowning piece, was when Monk had her above him, riding like a cowgirl as Tim slipped his slim cock into her ass. She came twice during the five minutes that lasted. I was proud of how she wore them out and held up during it all. I told her that I had never been more in love and lust with her than I was right then. We collapsed into a deep sleep until the next morning.
Two weeks later, I dropped Debbie, with her diaphragm in place, off at the bar and she rode off with Monk?s gang. She came home at 2 am, cum and whisky on her breath and a small tattoo on her ankle that showed a Betty Boop girl and the words "Bad Girl". She was the happiest I had ever seen and when I sucked her pussy that night, she told me she loved me and her new lifestyle. She?s been out with Monk and the gang about every two or three weeks since then and says they are attending a biker rally next month. I hope they get lots of good action in the camcorder. I wonder if Debbie will get plowed by any new cocks? Maybe from a black biker gang? It may not be the life for everyone, but we have never been happier.
I never realized how lusty my wife was until we started discussing it. She was afraid I would be mad or she would hurt me if she had told me the truth about her checkered past earlier, but the way it worked out, we now communicate better than we ever did. She is not afraid to tell me anything now. If you have had the fantasy, try it for real, guys, I was glad I did!
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