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(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age.)
“You want me to do what?” Dirk asked, one eyebrow cocked up, a quizzical look on his face. He was raising his beer to his lips when Wally, one of his best friends from high school, had said something that made his hand stop halfway up to his face, the beer suspended in mid-air. Dirk was so surprised that he half expected the bar to go quiet at this revelation, but of course it didn’t. They were sitting at a small round table in the center of the dark biker bar, and no one paid any attention to them except the waitress whenever they needed a refill. She had already been there twice, and Dirk was now sure she would be coming back again very soon.
“I want you to have sex with my wife,” he repeated simply. He said this as matter-of-factly as if he had been stating a well-known and obvious fact, but to Dirk it was anything but. “I want you to come over to my house tomorrow night at seven o’clock and have sex with my wife.”
“You want me to fuck your wife,” Dirk repeated, making Wally grimace slightly at his use of the common terminology for having sex. Wally sighed before replying.
“Yes, Dirk, I want you to fuck my wife,” he said, pushing his black horn-rimmed glasses up onto his nose.
“Why, Wally?” Dirk asked, sitting forward and putting the now-empty beer on the table. He leaned over and crossed his forearms on the table, hands resting on his biceps, looking his friend in the eyes as he spoke. “Why would you want me to do this? I mean, after all, she’s your fuckin’ wife, for cryin’ out loud, not some bimbo hanging around the clubhouse looking for stray dick!”
“It’s a long story, Dirk, and to be honest it’s not something I want to go into right now,” Wally replied, toying with his own beer sitting on the table in front of him. “Let’s just say that Stephanie and I are both looking for something to make our sex life more – well, exciting, I guess – and we both think that this will do it.”
“Uh huh,” Dirk said, reaching inside his leather club vest for his cigarettes and lighter. He shook one out of the pack and put it in his mouth, then thumbed open his Zippo lighter and spun the wheel, tossing the pack of cigarettes onto the table. After lighting his cigarette the lighter followed. Dirk took a deep drag on his cigarette and then sat back, crossing his arms over his chest and blowing out the smoke as he looked at his friend.
Dirk and Wally were the exact opposites from each other in just about every way, yet they were best friends. They’d been that way ever since high school when Dirk saved Wally from getting the shit kicked out of him by a couple of punks at school one day. Dirk had always hated bullies, so when he saw what was going on with Wally in the locker room one afternoon, he stepped in and took care of things. Two of the punks ended up going to the hospital and Dirk was suspended for a week, but that paved the way for he and Wally to become fast friends. Wally was the quintessential nerd, a true geek in every sense of the word, but he had a heart of gold and his loyalty could only be compared to that of a Golden Retriever. His common sense had kept Dirk out of trouble several times for the rest of their time in high school, and Dirk never forgot that. He loved Wally just as much as he loved his brothers in his motorcycle club, and he knew that Wally felt the same way.
After high school Wally had gone to the local junior college and come out with a degree in accounting, and now worked for the local bank as the manager of accounts. Dirk’s life had taken a completely different course. He held down several small jobs for a couple of years, then joined a motorcycle club in the next town over and immersed himself in the biker culture. That lifestyle fit Dirk like a glove, although at times he found it hard to balance it with the responsibilities that came with having to hold down a job. But that all ended when, at 24 years of age, Dirk’s parents had been killed in a car crash and he had inherited enough money and stock holdings to keep him comfortable for the rest of his life. He wasn’t rich by any means, but he didn’t have to work anymore, either, and that was just fine with him. So he had spent the last couple of years roaming around the country on his motorcycle, living the nomad life, taking life as it came and just enjoying it. He’d had his fair share of one-night stands along the way, the most recent being a very pleasant encounter with a plump lady farmer out in the Midwest, and had experienced plenty of wild and unusual things along the way, but this one sitting in front of him right now took the cake. After looking at Wally for several long moments, he finally spoke.
“And Stephanie’s okay with this?” he asked. Stephanie was Wally’s female counterpart in that she was just as big a nerd as he was, right up to the black glasses. Even though she never dressed up or wore makeup, Dirk could see that she was an attractive brunette with what he suspected was a simply killer beşiktaş türbanlı escort body that she always hid beneath loose or baggy clothing, so he could only guess at what she really looked like. The most serious thing he’d ever seen her in was a gray lady’s business suit, and while it wasn’t exactly form-fitting it at least gave him a general idea of what her figure looked like. And from what Dirk could see, she didn’t have anything to be ashamed of. He was a boob man, as most bikers are, and he guessed that Stephanie was sporting at least a pair of “C” cups beneath her frumpy clothing. Now it looked like he was going to find out for himself – if he agreed, that is.
“It was her idea,” Wally replied, making Dirk’s eyebrows go up in surprise, “although I will admit that I kind of steered her into it,” he said, looking down at the table for a moment before looking back up at Dirk.
“So you’re okay with it as well, then,” Dirk said, taking a drag from his cigarette and then blowing the smoke out as he continued. “You have no problem with me playing ‘hide the salami’ with your wife, no problem at all? Is that right?”
“Yes, Dirk, I’m okay with it,” he replied. “Really, it’s fine. Perfectly fine!” Dirk leaned forward onto the table again and then spoke.
“Why me, Wally?” Dirk asked.
“Because we trust you – because I trust you, my old friend,” Wally said, leaning forward and putting his own elbows on the table as he spoke, his voice lowered. “You’re the only man I know that I trust enough to do this for us. Because I trust you enough to know that you won’t hurt her or take advantage of her, and because I know you will keep this between just the three of us. And I know that Stephanie feels the same way.”
“Stephanie hardly knows me, Wally,” Dirk said. “I mean, I think I’ve only seen her four or five times in the five years that the two of you have been married.”
“But I know you, Dirk, and that’s good enough for her,” Wally replied.
“Fair enough,” Dirk said, nodding his head and snuffing out his cigarette in the ashtray on the table.
“So will you do it, Dirk?” Wally asked, his voice hopeful. “Will you do this for us? Will you do it for me?” Dirk looked at him a moment before giving his reply.
“Sure thing, Wally, I’ll do it,” Dirk said, holding his hand out to shake with his friend. Wally took his hand and shook it briefly, smiling at Dirk as he did so. “I’ll come fuck your wife for you. After all, what are friends for?” he said, grinning.
“Thank you, Dirk, thank you so much!” Wally said, grinning back at him. “I can’t wait to tell Stephanie!” he said, standing up from the table and then abruptly heading for the door. Dirk turned in his chair and watched him go, then turned back around again.
“What kind of weird shit have I gotten myself into this time?” Dirk muttered to himself, reaching for another cigarette.
* * * * *
The next night at a few minutes before seven PM Dirk rode down Wally’s street on his bike, his loud pipes bouncing off the houses and reverberating around the neighborhood. Dirk loved his bike, a silver and black 2003 Harley-Davidson 100th Anniversary Edition Heritage Softail Classic, and he took very good care of it. He and that bike had seen a lot of countryside, travelled a lot of roads, and lived a whole lot of life over the past few years, and every time Dirk threw his leg over the bike to ride it he was filled with excitement at what was waiting for him just down the road.
And tonight, his best friend’s wife was waiting for him just down the road. A part of him was still trying to figure out just what the fuck was going on with all this; he knew that some couples enjoyed sharing their mates with other people and that some men liked being ‘cuckolded,’ but he never thought for a moment that Wally and Stephanie would be included in that group. Apparently he was wrong, or he wouldn’t be riding down the street to Wally’s house now to fuck his wife. Wally was no cuckold, that’s for sure, because his wife was just as timid as he was and didn’t have a dominant gene in her whole body. At least he didn’t think she did, anyway.
The other part of him was excited about what the night would bring. Dirk had been with a lot of women and had done a lot of things some might call ‘kinky,’ but this was a first for him. He was also very curious to see just what kind of body Stephanie had been hiding beneath her frumpy clothes all this time, and he had a feeling that he was in for a pleasant surprise.
When Dirk got to Wally’s house, he noticed that Wally’s car wasn’t in the driveway. He had an attached garage so maybe it was in there, but somehow Dirk didn’t think so. He pulled into the driveway and stopped his bike, putting the kickstand down and shutting off the engine. He was wearing his usual outfit – boots, jeans, a Harley t-shirt, a bandana around his head, and his “colors,” the black leather motorcycle vest that was adorned with his club’s patches. He never went anywhere without wearing his colors, and tonight was no exception. He walked up beşiktaş ucuz escort the sidewalk to the front door and rang the bell, and when a minute or so went by without an answer from inside he rang it again.
“Coming! I’m coming!” he heard Stephanie call from inside the house. A few seconds later he heard the lock turning on the door and then the door opened. “Come in, Dirk,” Stephanie said from behind the door, out of sight. Dirk thought he detected a bit of a tremble in her voice as she spoke, but he guessed that was to be expected. He walked into the house and Stephanie closed the door behind him, turning the lock again. He turned to look at her and was absolutely stunned at what he saw.
Stephanie was wearing makeup for the first time that he could remember, and instead of being put up in a tight bun her hair was loose and falling around her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing her glasses, and this let Dirk see just how incredibly beautiful and sexy her eyes truly were. She was wearing a black halter-top style laced trimmed dress with what had to be a push-up bra beneath it, because he could see about a mile of cleavage. Dirk immediately knew that he had vastly underestimated the size of Stephanie’s tits – she was a ‘D’ cup at least! The dress was form-fitting down to her hips where it flared out into a ruffled skirt that stopped at the middle of her thighs. She was wearing a pair of black leather knee-high boots with heels that were at least 4 inches tall, and around her neck was a black cloth choker. Dirk had always loved chokers on women – he always thought they were incredibly sexy, and tonight was no different.
Stephanie was simply gorgeous, one of the hottest, sexiest, and most desirable women Dirk had ever seen, and he could feel it right down to the bottom of his balls.
“Hi, Dirk,” she said, her voice trembling more noticeably this time. She was standing with her feet together, hands clasped down low in front of her crotch, and she was obviously very self-conscious about the outfit she was wearing. Her eyes were downcast, and she looked up at him just long enough to speak again. “Long time no see, huh?” she said, smiling a nervous smile at him.
‘Poor girl is way the fuck out of her element!’ Dirk thought to himself. ‘But DAMN, is she hot!’
“Hi, Stephanie,” Dirk replied, smiling at her in an attempt to put her at ease. “Yeah, it’s been a while, I guess,” he replied. He couldn’t get over how incredibly different she looked, and how incredibly sexy she was. She was absolutely gorgeous!
“Can I…can I get you something to drink?” she asked nervously, looking up at him, her hands still clasped down in front of her crotch.
“No, I’m good, thanks,” Dirk replied. “Besides, we both know that I didn’t come here to drink.” She looked up at him, her eyes wide, and her voice trembled as she spoke.
“No, I guess…I guess you didn’t, huh?” she said, trying hard to get over her nervousness and failing miserably. “So, I guess we should…I mean, maybe we should…go…go into the…uh, the bedroom, then?” She smiled nervously at him, her eyes wide, but there was something in her eyes – way in the back of her eyes – that Dirk caught, and he had a feeling he knew what it was.
“I think we should, yes,” he replied, “unless you prefer the couch, that is.”
“No, no, the bedroom is fine,” she replied, still nervous. “The bedroom is just fine…just fine! This way,” she said, walking past him towards the hallway that led to the back of the house and the bedroom. Dirk followed her, and he couldn’t help but notice that she was having a little bit of trouble walking in those boots; she had obviously never worn them before tonight. He also couldn’t help but notice how her tight, rounded ass swayed back and forth beneath the dress she was wearing. She walked to the end of the hallway and turned to the right, entering the master bedroom, and he followed her. She walked over to the side of the big, king-sized bed sitting in the middle of the big room, then stopped and turned to face him.
“Here we are,” she said, smiling nervously at him again. Dirk noticed that her breathing had quickened just a bit, and he would have bet that her heartbeat had increased as well. He just didn’t know if she was dreading what was about to happen or if she was excited about it, or if it was a mixture of the two. He decided to find out before things went any further.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this, Stephanie?” he asked, his tone soft as he walked over to stand in front of her. He stopped when he was less than an arm’s length away. She looked up at him with nervous eyes as he continued.
“You don’t have to, you know. Say the word and I’ll walk right out that door, get on my bike and ride away, no harm no foul. I’ll tell Wally that I changed my mind, and he’ll never know otherwise,” he said. Stephanie’s eyes widened a bit and she shook her head in short, rapid movements as she replied.
“No! No, Dirk, really,” she said, the nervousness vanishing for a moment. She reached out and placed her palms beşiktaş üniversiteli escort on his chest as she spoke. “Please, no, don’t go! This is very important to Wally, and I don’t want to let him down!” she explained.
“Are you sure, Stephanie? Are you absolutely sure?” Dirk asked, giving her one last chance to change her mind and back out. She looked at him with those doe-like eyes for a moment before she replied. When she spoke it was a whisper.
“Yes, I’m sure,” she said, her breath quickening a bit, her hands still on his chest. Dirk reached up and gripped Stephanie’s upper arms firmly with both hands, taking her by surprise.
“Oh! MMMPH!” she gasped as Dirk’s mouth found hers. She pushed against his chest with her hands for a few moments as he kissed her. Her lips were warm and soft, the softest lips he’d felt in quite a while, and after a moment or two she opened them to him. She whimpered as the kiss deepened, and when their tongues touched she jumped away from him just a bit, breaking off the kiss.
“Oh! Oh my!” she exclaimed, looking at Dirk with wide eyes. “That was – MMMPH!” she moaned as Dirk pulled her back to him and kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth and finding her own. He felt Stephanie push against his chest for a few moments, but then the pushing stopped. He put his arms around her and pulled her tightly against him, kissing her hard, with her forearms trapped between them. He could both hear and feel her breath quickening as the kiss continued, and he felt his cock beginning to stir when she started to kiss him back.
He released her after a few minutes of the most intense, passionate kiss Stephanie had ever experienced, and it left her nearly breathless. She took a small step back, looking up at him, her mouth hanging open as she gasped slightly for breath, her big breasts heaving with the effort. She dropped her arms to her sides and Dirk noticed that her nipples were hard, pressing against the fabric of her bra and dress. He looked her up and down slowly before speaking.
“You look beautiful, Stephanie,” he said. “Very hot, very sexy!” A look of surprise came over her face at his words, and she brought her hand up to her throat as she spoke.
“I do? Really?” she said softly.
“Yes, really,” he replied, and she smiled in response.
“Thank you!” she whispered. He reached out and took her by the upper arms again, pulling her to him and kissing her once more. This time when he released his grip on her arms to put his arms around her, she slid her arms around his neck and pressed her body up against him for the first time. He could feel the firm mounds of her big breasts pressing against his chest, even while wearing his leather club vest. They kissed for several minutes before Dirk finally released her from his arms. Stephanie stepped back a half-step, slightly gasping for breath again. She looked up at him as she stood there, her eyes fixed on his but not as wide as they had been. There was also something else there, something that Dirk recognized, and he immediately acted on it.
“Why am I here, Stephanie?” he asked, looking at her intently. A look of confusion crossed her face, and her brow furrowed.
“I…I don’t understand…” she stammered, holding her hands to her chest in an instinctive self-protective gesture. “I thought…”
“Tell me why I’m here,” he said firmly as she looked up at him, her eyes wide.
“You…you’re here to…to make love to me,” she said softly. Dirk shook his head slowly back and forth as he replied.
“No, that’s not why I’m here. Your husband makes love to you, not me.” he said. “Tell me why I’m here,” he said again. When she spoke her voice was still soft and unsure.
“You’re here to…to have…you’re here to have sex with me,” she said, and once again Dirk slowly shook his head. She gasped slightly as he spoke again.
“Tell me why I’m here,” he demanded, his eyes and voice stern. Stephanie was visibly breathing hard as she looked at him for a second, and she swallowed once before replying, her hand coming back to her throat as she spoke. When she did, her voice was a whisper.
“You’re here to fuck me,” she said, looking up at him. She signed with relief and excitement when Dirk slowly nodded his head.
“Yes, Stephanie, I’m here to fuck you,” he said. “Now strip.”
“Strip?” she whispered in surprise, her eyebrows going up. “In front of you?”
“Yes,” Dirk replied. “Take that dress off and let me see you.” Stephanie looked at him for a moment, then nodded her head.
“O-okay,” she said softly as she reached for the knot behind her neck that was holding up the top of the dress. She worked the knot free and pulled the top of the dress down, revealing the black lacy push-up bra she was wearing beneath it. Her tits were big, much bigger than Dirk had thought, and the nipples were rock-hard and poking against the material of the bra. He watched the tops of her breasts move as she slipped the dress down over her hips, stepping out of it and tossing it onto the bed. She was wearing a pair of pink lace panties to go with the bra, and Dirk thought the color combination was perfect. A pair of matching black panties would have been expected to the point of being blasé, but the pink panties was a perfect touch. She stood in front of him in only her bra and panties now, clasping her hands together in front of her crotch again as she looked up at him for approval.
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