It’s been a couple years since I posted on here, but a while ago I had posted a couple stories about how my wife was cuckolding me. Then for the last couple years, she had sort of lost interest in other guys, and things had calmed down a lot. Truthfully, it was a little boring. What changed things around again was the show Sons of Anarchy, which both myself and my wife enjoy, and she developed a bit of a crush on a couple of the stars of the show. No big deal, what woman wasn’t crushing on those guys? Then she went out drinking a few weekends ago.
It was just the girls from work going out for a drink, and I didn’t think anything of it. Even when she walked in at 5am after going to a house party after the bar I didn’t clue in. It had been that long since she was interested in other guys. It was after the girls went out again the next weekend and she was late coming home again that I kind of wondered if something was going on. Sure enough, she told me they had partied with the same group of guys as the previous weekend, and that there was one guy in particular that she had become friends with. He was a funny, outgoing, rough looking biker guy with his arms covered in tattoos. He was a total SOA type, as she described him. Now when I say biker guy, I don’t mean actual gang biker, since we live in a small town and there are no gangs around. Just a guy that loves Harleys. When I asked if anything was going on, she said no, since she had been out with a whole group from work both times, and another of the girls liked him as well, so it was kind of complicated. He liked my wife though, and even though she said nothing was going on, she admitted to him kissing her twice over the 2 weekends. Nothing else had happened she assured me.
Then a couple weekends ago, my wife asked if I wanted to go for a drink Friday night, and I asked who was going from her work, and she said no one, that she had told them she was going home. So she changed quickly into a nice tight blue dress that I had bought her and she had never wore before because it was too “short and sexy” for a small town. She had assured me she would wear it for me in the city or something. I was pretty happy she changed her mind. She looked stunning in it.
When we got to the bar though, I hadn’t made it through my first drink before I found out she had just wanted to see if this biker guy was out, and didn’t really want to sit alone at the bar. I was just absorbing this info when she pointed him out in a group walking into the bar. I really couldn’t believe she was into this guy. He was pretty much opposite of everything she wanted from me. He had a dark beard, neatly trimmed, but thick. He had a belly, but wasn’t really all fat. Just muscular and stocky with a gut. My wife always liked that I was clean shaven and toned. When I pointed this out, she admitted he totally wasn’t her type, but she was attracted to him anyways. She told me she wanted me to meet him, and waved him over. The whole group wandered over, smiling and obviously recognizing her. She made introductions and we all chatted for 10 minutes. She was right, he was funny and charismatic, poking fun at everyone, including himself, and I liked him immediately even though I knew he had been kissing my wife. When they left to go sit down at their own table, my wife turned to me and told me I could go now. Confused, I asked why, and she said she was just going to party with the other group, and she knew I wouldn’t really want to hang out for long anyways. She assured me not to worry, nothing was going on, but she was obviously impatient and even annoyed while I sat and finished my drink. She also didn’t kiss me goodbye when I left, and I knew why.
Outside the bar, I thought about going home. It was fairly late, and it’s not like I hadn’t been in this position before, but I couldn’t leave. I was really curious about what was happening. There were 3 or 4 different bikes in the parking lot, and I had no idea which was his, so I moved my truck to a spot I could see the bikes the best, and still see the exit to the bar. I wanted to be able to see them come out.
It was raining, so I sat in the dark with the rain pouring down trying to watch everywhere at once. The rain didn’t last long, and when it ended, a few people wandered out into the parking lot to have a smoke. I saw my wife come out with this guy and stand there chatting as he smoked. Looked innocent enough. They wandered over to one of the bikes, obviously his and looked at it. Him showing it off like a proud papa, and her showing what I know was fake interest. She had no interest in motorbikes. She bummed a cigarette from him even though she doesn’t smoke, and I realized with a shock she was trying to impress him. He wasn’t seducing her, she was doing the work. She started to sit on the bike, and like a gentleman, he wiped the seat off with his sleeve so she wouldn’t get her dress wet. She pretended to drive it for a bit and they had a little laugh. Out of the blue he kissed her, and a thrill went through me. It was lingering and meaningful, and I could see she was kissing him back. She slid back a bit and he sort of half sat down, really getting into their little make out session. I watched this for a few minutes and I noticed her shoulders had developed a rocking rhythm. Now I could see a slight matching motion in his arm, and with a feeling like a bomb went off him my stomach, I realized my wife of 21 years was getting finger banged by this guy in a bar parking lot, not really all that far from the doorway full of smokers. That fat biker had his hand up that little dress I had paid for, and she loved it, and all I did was sit there in the dark and watch. It wasn’t long before she grabbed his arm, roughly stopping him, and I knew what that meant. She did the same thing to me every time I made her cum with my fingers and she became super sensitive. I knew my wife had just had an orgasm.
Bikerman stood up and pulled his helmet on, climbing on the bike in front of my wife. I was just thinking that stupid bitch didn’t even have a helmet when they drove out of the parking lot and turned towards the north end of town where we live. For a heart stopping second I thought he might be driving her home. What the fuck was I going to say when she realized I wasn’t home? That I had been hiding in the dark like a little bitch with a massive hardon watching her get fingerfucked? No way. I’d lie and say I had picked up a girl and was off fucking her, and I’d deal with the implications of that.
I was following, hoping to get past him, when he turned off the route to my house. I followed, not really knowing what I was going to do, but I wanted to see where they were going. See this guy’s house, and know for sure if my wife was inside. There was a windy secondary highway up out of the valley that was very popular with motorcycles because it was so curvy. I wasn’t too surprised when they headed up it. The guy was taking it pretty easy though because the rain had made the road wet. At the top, there is a small park with an overlook of the valley. Romantic and fairly private. You can see anyone coming for miles up the hill.
When they pulled off, I drove right past. Neither looked at my vehicle, so I knew I wasn’t busted, but I was stuck on the wrong side of them if I wanted to beat my wife home, so I knew I’d have to pass them again, but right now I didn’t care. I was dying to see what they were up to. I pulled off at an approach into a farmer’s field and stopped. It was about ¼ of a mile back. I got out and started jogging back down the ditch towards the pullout. My feet and pants up to my knee were soaked immediately, and it was pitch dark and treacherous. The lights of the pullout area drew me on though. What was happening up there? I crept up and saw the bike on the pavement. I noticed them sitting up on a picnic table, their feet on the seat part, kissing passionately. I had only stood in the dark ditch watching for a couple minutes before my loving wife slid down to the seat part and her head went to his crotch. He must have had his cock out already while they were kissing, because he immediately leaned back and seemed to be enjoying her sucking on his cock. I wanted to be closer, so I started crawling through the wet grass around the outside of the parking area where it was darkest. I was close enough to hear him moan now, and talking to her, giving her directions on how to suck him, which judging from his moans, she was following perfectly, except every now and then she didn’t take him deep enough and he would press firmly down on the back of her head, causing her to gag repeatedly until he let her up. I liked that. Served the slut right. My cock was digging painfully into the wet ground.
I was very close now, hidden in the grass just meters away, so when he finally pushed her head away, I could clearly see his hard cock swaying as he stood up and slid his jeans the rest of the way off. It was impressive. Not porn star long, but longer than mine, and thick. His cock was built like the rest of his body. It looked like a tree stump with a thick, gnarled knot on the end, and appeared to be as hard as one. Then he peeled off his shirt, to throw on the ground with his pants. He was muscular alright, but I was surprised my wife was into him with the thick tire of fat around his middle. My wife turned around, and I could hear her ask him to undo her dress like she had said to me a million times. He ignored her, sliding his hands up under the short dress and hooking her underwear, pulling it down and supporting her while she stepped out of them. Still behind her, he whispered something I couldn’t hear, but she immediately dropped to her hand and knees on his discarded clothes. My stomach rolled as this fat naked biker knelt down behind her, sliding her nice blue dress up over her hips, and yet, I had a raging hardon, and was disappointed that the angle they had chosen partially hid her from me behind his thick body. I didn’t really want to stare at his fat ass, but I didn’t dare move again, so I lay soaked and shivering in the tall grass with a painful boner digging into the dirt, and watched the fat ass of the man about to fuck my wife.
I couldn’t see, but I heard her groan immediately as he edged forward, so I knew she was feeling that thick head force her open. He seemed to slide right in, and I knew she must be soaking wet for her to take that thick cock in one thrust. I also noticed neither seemed to give a shit about a condom, which irked me for about 2 seconds until I was distracted with my wife’s moans as this guy started to fuck her in earnest. I was hypnotized by his body thrusting forward, driven by his thick muscles, pounding my wife until her moans became almost screams. She had never been a screamer, and I had asked about previous lovers, even ones with huge cocks if she was a screamer with them, and she had said no. I wondered a bit if she was still putting on a bit of a show to impress him, but I’ve been fucking her for over 20 years. I knew when she was having fun for real, and I soon realized her cries were for real as he assaulted her with his tree stump cock. In fact, it was only minutes until I recognized the noises she makes while having an orgasm, and I was certain it wasn’t faked. That time, or the second time... I could see enough to her to know she was head down and quivering from the intense fucking she was taking. He was pawing roughly at her tits with the one hand I could see, and I couldn’t help but cringe as he pulled at the little dress. She didn’t give a fuck of course.
He said something to her that I didn’t catch, but she straightened up and looked back, saying something else I couldn’t hear, but it was an obvious no, and she shook her head. He stopped thrusting right away, his body tense and ridgid. I realized he must be close to coming, and she had finally clued in on the lack of a rubber and stopped him. Some more quiet conversation and my frustration grew. I couldn’t get any closer. Why the fuck are they whispering? To their knowledge, there is no one for miles.
I could see this guy’s arm working in front of him, but I couldn’t figure out what was happening. My wife remained in the same position, so surely he wasn’t just beating himself off. Was he finger fucking her again? Why? She had already came at least twice that I could tell. Probably more. Then he shifted his body again to resume fucking, but didn’t have the smooth entry like last time. He’d been fucking the shit out of her for over 10 minutes. Surely she was loose now? He was still fiddling around though, and I was just smiling, imagining myself asking if he needed help finding the hole, when my wife let out a cry that was partially pain. I quit looking at this fat fucks ass and tried to see around him better. She was on her hand and knees, and her arms were shaking, head down, and gasping. Another little squeal at the same time as the slightest motion in this guy’s hips. I didn’t know whether to cry, puke, or blow my load in my pants when it hit me. This guy was working his cock into my wife’s ass. She hadn’t wanted him to cum inside her pussy since she wasn’t on birth control, so he went next door.
In 21 years of marriage, I had never fucked my wife in the ass. We had tried twice, with enough lube to push an elephant through a mouse hole, but she had stopped me both times. We had never tried again, even though I’d asked, but she said she didn’t like it. Now this bearded asshole was pushing that rock hard cock into her ass with only juice from her overworked pussy, and she was letting him. Before I could believe it, he was inside her again, this time in her tight ass. He wasn’t fucking her as hard, just sort of kneeling there as my wife shockingly started to rock back against him, moaning like a fucking *****. The feeling of jealously was intense as I lay shivering in the cold and wet, while this guy just knelt there and had my wife’s tight, hot ass engulf his cock again and again. She gasped every time she pushed back against him, but was soon rewarded with an animal grunt from this guy and he trapped her hips against him, locking his cock as deep in her ass as he could manage. I could clearly see his ass cheeks flex again and again as he pumped his semen into her ass. I’ll never forget the moan from my wife as she felt his swelling cock jerking inside her ass.
Reality came crashing back as fatso biker let my wife go, and moved so he lay beside where she lay face down on the ground catching her breath. His glistening cock shined in the street lights. I had to get the fuck out of here. I had been half thinking I’d leave and drive past while they were still busy, so they wouldn’t notice, but I’d got caught up in the violation of my wife and missed my chance. They were both free to look around now, and since they were naked, would probably be paying a lot of attention to passing vehicles. I crept backwards into the dark while they lay talking and laughing until I could stand and run like crazy back to my truck. I was doing a u-turn on the highway to head back the way I came when I saw the bike pull away from the park and head down the hill. Well, so much for beating my wife home. Back to the story about cheating on her I guess. I didn’t relish that conversation since her playing was a one way street, and that had been made clear long ago.
When I got home though, she wasn’t there yet. I made it into bed and pretended to be asleep when she got home, and snuck into our bed like a thief trying not to wake me. It was almost funny. I’m still not sure how I beat them home, but when I asked the next day what they did after the bar closed, she said they just went cruising around on his bike, and she loved it, so I’m kind of assuming they just went for a cruise and took the scenic route home, which totally saved my bacon. I almost never pressed her on the issue since I was so happy to get away with it, but I did a couple days later. She admitted to blowing him, and told me to “not be so fucking jealous, it was just a blowjob…”
It was just the girls from work going out for a drink, and I didn’t think anything of it. Even when she walked in at 5am after going to a house party after the bar I didn’t clue in. It had been that long since she was interested in other guys. It was after the girls went out again the next weekend and she was late coming home again that I kind of wondered if something was going on. Sure enough, she told me they had partied with the same group of guys as the previous weekend, and that there was one guy in particular that she had become friends with. He was a funny, outgoing, rough looking biker guy with his arms covered in tattoos. He was a total SOA type, as she described him. Now when I say biker guy, I don’t mean actual gang biker, since we live in a small town and there are no gangs around. Just a guy that loves Harleys. When I asked if anything was going on, she said no, since she had been out with a whole group from work both times, and another of the girls liked him as well, so it was kind of complicated. He liked my wife though, and even though she said nothing was going on, she admitted to him kissing her twice over the 2 weekends. Nothing else had happened she assured me.
Then a couple weekends ago, my wife asked if I wanted to go for a drink Friday night, and I asked who was going from her work, and she said no one, that she had told them she was going home. So she changed quickly into a nice tight blue dress that I had bought her and she had never wore before because it was too “short and sexy” for a small town. She had assured me she would wear it for me in the city or something. I was pretty happy she changed her mind. She looked stunning in it.
When we got to the bar though, I hadn’t made it through my first drink before I found out she had just wanted to see if this biker guy was out, and didn’t really want to sit alone at the bar. I was just absorbing this info when she pointed him out in a group walking into the bar. I really couldn’t believe she was into this guy. He was pretty much opposite of everything she wanted from me. He had a dark beard, neatly trimmed, but thick. He had a belly, but wasn’t really all fat. Just muscular and stocky with a gut. My wife always liked that I was clean shaven and toned. When I pointed this out, she admitted he totally wasn’t her type, but she was attracted to him anyways. She told me she wanted me to meet him, and waved him over. The whole group wandered over, smiling and obviously recognizing her. She made introductions and we all chatted for 10 minutes. She was right, he was funny and charismatic, poking fun at everyone, including himself, and I liked him immediately even though I knew he had been kissing my wife. When they left to go sit down at their own table, my wife turned to me and told me I could go now. Confused, I asked why, and she said she was just going to party with the other group, and she knew I wouldn’t really want to hang out for long anyways. She assured me not to worry, nothing was going on, but she was obviously impatient and even annoyed while I sat and finished my drink. She also didn’t kiss me goodbye when I left, and I knew why.
Outside the bar, I thought about going home. It was fairly late, and it’s not like I hadn’t been in this position before, but I couldn’t leave. I was really curious about what was happening. There were 3 or 4 different bikes in the parking lot, and I had no idea which was his, so I moved my truck to a spot I could see the bikes the best, and still see the exit to the bar. I wanted to be able to see them come out.
It was raining, so I sat in the dark with the rain pouring down trying to watch everywhere at once. The rain didn’t last long, and when it ended, a few people wandered out into the parking lot to have a smoke. I saw my wife come out with this guy and stand there chatting as he smoked. Looked innocent enough. They wandered over to one of the bikes, obviously his and looked at it. Him showing it off like a proud papa, and her showing what I know was fake interest. She had no interest in motorbikes. She bummed a cigarette from him even though she doesn’t smoke, and I realized with a shock she was trying to impress him. He wasn’t seducing her, she was doing the work. She started to sit on the bike, and like a gentleman, he wiped the seat off with his sleeve so she wouldn’t get her dress wet. She pretended to drive it for a bit and they had a little laugh. Out of the blue he kissed her, and a thrill went through me. It was lingering and meaningful, and I could see she was kissing him back. She slid back a bit and he sort of half sat down, really getting into their little make out session. I watched this for a few minutes and I noticed her shoulders had developed a rocking rhythm. Now I could see a slight matching motion in his arm, and with a feeling like a bomb went off him my stomach, I realized my wife of 21 years was getting finger banged by this guy in a bar parking lot, not really all that far from the doorway full of smokers. That fat biker had his hand up that little dress I had paid for, and she loved it, and all I did was sit there in the dark and watch. It wasn’t long before she grabbed his arm, roughly stopping him, and I knew what that meant. She did the same thing to me every time I made her cum with my fingers and she became super sensitive. I knew my wife had just had an orgasm.
Bikerman stood up and pulled his helmet on, climbing on the bike in front of my wife. I was just thinking that stupid bitch didn’t even have a helmet when they drove out of the parking lot and turned towards the north end of town where we live. For a heart stopping second I thought he might be driving her home. What the fuck was I going to say when she realized I wasn’t home? That I had been hiding in the dark like a little bitch with a massive hardon watching her get fingerfucked? No way. I’d lie and say I had picked up a girl and was off fucking her, and I’d deal with the implications of that.
I was following, hoping to get past him, when he turned off the route to my house. I followed, not really knowing what I was going to do, but I wanted to see where they were going. See this guy’s house, and know for sure if my wife was inside. There was a windy secondary highway up out of the valley that was very popular with motorcycles because it was so curvy. I wasn’t too surprised when they headed up it. The guy was taking it pretty easy though because the rain had made the road wet. At the top, there is a small park with an overlook of the valley. Romantic and fairly private. You can see anyone coming for miles up the hill.
When they pulled off, I drove right past. Neither looked at my vehicle, so I knew I wasn’t busted, but I was stuck on the wrong side of them if I wanted to beat my wife home, so I knew I’d have to pass them again, but right now I didn’t care. I was dying to see what they were up to. I pulled off at an approach into a farmer’s field and stopped. It was about ¼ of a mile back. I got out and started jogging back down the ditch towards the pullout. My feet and pants up to my knee were soaked immediately, and it was pitch dark and treacherous. The lights of the pullout area drew me on though. What was happening up there? I crept up and saw the bike on the pavement. I noticed them sitting up on a picnic table, their feet on the seat part, kissing passionately. I had only stood in the dark ditch watching for a couple minutes before my loving wife slid down to the seat part and her head went to his crotch. He must have had his cock out already while they were kissing, because he immediately leaned back and seemed to be enjoying her sucking on his cock. I wanted to be closer, so I started crawling through the wet grass around the outside of the parking area where it was darkest. I was close enough to hear him moan now, and talking to her, giving her directions on how to suck him, which judging from his moans, she was following perfectly, except every now and then she didn’t take him deep enough and he would press firmly down on the back of her head, causing her to gag repeatedly until he let her up. I liked that. Served the slut right. My cock was digging painfully into the wet ground.
I was very close now, hidden in the grass just meters away, so when he finally pushed her head away, I could clearly see his hard cock swaying as he stood up and slid his jeans the rest of the way off. It was impressive. Not porn star long, but longer than mine, and thick. His cock was built like the rest of his body. It looked like a tree stump with a thick, gnarled knot on the end, and appeared to be as hard as one. Then he peeled off his shirt, to throw on the ground with his pants. He was muscular alright, but I was surprised my wife was into him with the thick tire of fat around his middle. My wife turned around, and I could hear her ask him to undo her dress like she had said to me a million times. He ignored her, sliding his hands up under the short dress and hooking her underwear, pulling it down and supporting her while she stepped out of them. Still behind her, he whispered something I couldn’t hear, but she immediately dropped to her hand and knees on his discarded clothes. My stomach rolled as this fat naked biker knelt down behind her, sliding her nice blue dress up over her hips, and yet, I had a raging hardon, and was disappointed that the angle they had chosen partially hid her from me behind his thick body. I didn’t really want to stare at his fat ass, but I didn’t dare move again, so I lay soaked and shivering in the tall grass with a painful boner digging into the dirt, and watched the fat ass of the man about to fuck my wife.
I couldn’t see, but I heard her groan immediately as he edged forward, so I knew she was feeling that thick head force her open. He seemed to slide right in, and I knew she must be soaking wet for her to take that thick cock in one thrust. I also noticed neither seemed to give a shit about a condom, which irked me for about 2 seconds until I was distracted with my wife’s moans as this guy started to fuck her in earnest. I was hypnotized by his body thrusting forward, driven by his thick muscles, pounding my wife until her moans became almost screams. She had never been a screamer, and I had asked about previous lovers, even ones with huge cocks if she was a screamer with them, and she had said no. I wondered a bit if she was still putting on a bit of a show to impress him, but I’ve been fucking her for over 20 years. I knew when she was having fun for real, and I soon realized her cries were for real as he assaulted her with his tree stump cock. In fact, it was only minutes until I recognized the noises she makes while having an orgasm, and I was certain it wasn’t faked. That time, or the second time... I could see enough to her to know she was head down and quivering from the intense fucking she was taking. He was pawing roughly at her tits with the one hand I could see, and I couldn’t help but cringe as he pulled at the little dress. She didn’t give a fuck of course.
He said something to her that I didn’t catch, but she straightened up and looked back, saying something else I couldn’t hear, but it was an obvious no, and she shook her head. He stopped thrusting right away, his body tense and ridgid. I realized he must be close to coming, and she had finally clued in on the lack of a rubber and stopped him. Some more quiet conversation and my frustration grew. I couldn’t get any closer. Why the fuck are they whispering? To their knowledge, there is no one for miles.
I could see this guy’s arm working in front of him, but I couldn’t figure out what was happening. My wife remained in the same position, so surely he wasn’t just beating himself off. Was he finger fucking her again? Why? She had already came at least twice that I could tell. Probably more. Then he shifted his body again to resume fucking, but didn’t have the smooth entry like last time. He’d been fucking the shit out of her for over 10 minutes. Surely she was loose now? He was still fiddling around though, and I was just smiling, imagining myself asking if he needed help finding the hole, when my wife let out a cry that was partially pain. I quit looking at this fat fucks ass and tried to see around him better. She was on her hand and knees, and her arms were shaking, head down, and gasping. Another little squeal at the same time as the slightest motion in this guy’s hips. I didn’t know whether to cry, puke, or blow my load in my pants when it hit me. This guy was working his cock into my wife’s ass. She hadn’t wanted him to cum inside her pussy since she wasn’t on birth control, so he went next door.
In 21 years of marriage, I had never fucked my wife in the ass. We had tried twice, with enough lube to push an elephant through a mouse hole, but she had stopped me both times. We had never tried again, even though I’d asked, but she said she didn’t like it. Now this bearded asshole was pushing that rock hard cock into her ass with only juice from her overworked pussy, and she was letting him. Before I could believe it, he was inside her again, this time in her tight ass. He wasn’t fucking her as hard, just sort of kneeling there as my wife shockingly started to rock back against him, moaning like a fucking *****. The feeling of jealously was intense as I lay shivering in the cold and wet, while this guy just knelt there and had my wife’s tight, hot ass engulf his cock again and again. She gasped every time she pushed back against him, but was soon rewarded with an animal grunt from this guy and he trapped her hips against him, locking his cock as deep in her ass as he could manage. I could clearly see his ass cheeks flex again and again as he pumped his semen into her ass. I’ll never forget the moan from my wife as she felt his swelling cock jerking inside her ass.
Reality came crashing back as fatso biker let my wife go, and moved so he lay beside where she lay face down on the ground catching her breath. His glistening cock shined in the street lights. I had to get the fuck out of here. I had been half thinking I’d leave and drive past while they were still busy, so they wouldn’t notice, but I’d got caught up in the violation of my wife and missed my chance. They were both free to look around now, and since they were naked, would probably be paying a lot of attention to passing vehicles. I crept backwards into the dark while they lay talking and laughing until I could stand and run like crazy back to my truck. I was doing a u-turn on the highway to head back the way I came when I saw the bike pull away from the park and head down the hill. Well, so much for beating my wife home. Back to the story about cheating on her I guess. I didn’t relish that conversation since her playing was a one way street, and that had been made clear long ago.
When I got home though, she wasn’t there yet. I made it into bed and pretended to be asleep when she got home, and snuck into our bed like a thief trying not to wake me. It was almost funny. I’m still not sure how I beat them home, but when I asked the next day what they did after the bar closed, she said they just went cruising around on his bike, and she loved it, so I’m kind of assuming they just went for a cruise and took the scenic route home, which totally saved my bacon. I almost never pressed her on the issue since I was so happy to get away with it, but I did a couple days later. She admitted to blowing him, and told me to “not be so fucking jealous, it was just a blowjob…”
