A Careless Bet With Outlaw Bikers

A Careless Bet With Outlaw Bikers

By René St Claire

Aaron and Kristie had been together for just over a decade; they met early in their adult lives and had been devoted to each other ever since. They are a good-looking couple; actually, together they are stunning, but individually they each bought something different to the table. Aaron, with his tall, athletic frame, his broad shoulders and lean, strong build; toned through tennis in his youth; and squash as an adult. He has brown eyes, clean skin, and keeps himself well groomed. On the personality front, he is a little quiet and often lets his wife, Kristie, take the lead. While this means Kristie can choose their path, sometimes she just wants to be taken.

Kristie, is truly beautiful; she has a radiance that lights up the room. Her dark hair has ringlets that dance atop her well-toned shoulders, eyes that sparkle with delight, making the green more intense. She has sun-kissed skin, and full lips that curled into a knowing smirk when she is horny. She moved with grace, her body strong and sculpted from years of yoga and barre classes. As a couple, they had built a life that looked architecturally designed, with two beautiful kids, a home in a well-to-do area, and fulfilling careers. But things may have been a little too perfect, and with this perfection, came predictability.

They weren't unhappy, but the groove they found themselves with school pickups, work deadlines, and life admin; has turned into a rut. The passion that had once burned so fiercely between them had mellowed. Their conversations centred around the kids or work, their love-making was humdrum, with Kristie initiating it, then riding Aaron until he came-- if she was lucky, it was after she orgasmed. But mostly it wasn't. Sex was more about obligation than passion. It wasn't that they had lost the attraction to each other; it was more that they needed an explosion to reignite things between them.

And so, one night, over a bottle of Merlot, then a bottle of Shiraz; alcohol sparked an honest conversation. "Things have got to change." Kristie said bluntly, randomly.

"What do you mean?" Aaron said, a little confused by the vagueness of the context.

"We have turned into old people. It is time to shake things up and step out of the comfortable and into something more exciting." She then added: "Sex is boring, we need to rediscover the thrill of being desired -- of fucking without abandon."

"I see what you mean." Aaron knew that love-making wasn't just something you fell into, it was something you fought for. And their marriage needed a lot more fight.

Upon hearing this, Aaron reflected on their present state. Maybe he had become boring? Kristie drove the wildness, and he just rode her wake. But ten years of marriage, two kids, and the grind of daily life had settled over them like an invisible weight, and he allowed it to become an excuse for being lazy in their relationship. He wanted to do better. Kristie must have been frustrated for quite some time for her to bring this up. He wondered if she resented him? But when they locked eyes across the table, when their hands met in the middle, he knew there was still a lot of living to be done together, and it needed to start now. There was a hunger for more. A need to remember not just who they were together; but who they had been before life got in the way.

Neither of them was willing to let the other slip away. They knew they needed to shake things up a bit, to try something a bit wilder than drinking a glass of wine on their terrace.

"Want to go out to a bar?" Aaron asks. "I was thinking about that little wine bar, we love so much."

Kristie eyes him carefully: "Isn't that the same as just drinking here?" She scoffs.

"Ok then, what do you propose?" Aaron responds, taking the bait.

"How about we get out of our comfort zones and go to that dive bar by the railway tracks on the edge of town?" Kristie challenges.

"That can be a bit rough, there are always fights there." Aaron replies. "What if there is trouble?"

"You are right, Let's just do the same old boring routine." Kristie says in a disappointed tone, as she looks away.

"Ok. Fuck it. Let's do it!" Aaron says. Kristie smiles and gives him a big hug.

It started as a joke, a half-drunken, reckless dare, fuelled by the over-indulgence of fine wine and an aching desire deep in Kristie's loins. Aaron too had a desire for something different; something he had dared not say to Kristie, because it was too shocking; in their world it was the pinnacle of taboo.

That's how they ended up at a dive bar on the edge of town called the The Rusty Nail. The bar truly was in disrepair with its two-toned amber tiling that barely clung to the wall, the hanging awning; and the outside seating area on the sidewalk, was a sea of broken glass. Inside, the air smelt of cheap whiskey, cigarette smoke, and something fried in oil that had probably been sitting there all day. The lighting was dim, the floors were sticky, and the walls were covered in half-torn posters of rock bands and fading dartboards. A jukebox in the corner played an old Johnny Cougar song, barely audible over the hum of drunken laughter.

"This place is kind of rough, and not really our crowd." Aaron whined, as he looked around the room. Kristie ignored him and walked in ahead; her hips swaying just enough to grab the attention of the men by the bar; her black dress did not mesh with the worn-out denim and leather worn by the heavily male crowd. Aaron followed close behind, his sharp gaze taking everything in--nervous, but also intrigued.

Kristie loved the danger and the rawness of this place. Her pussy throbbed beneath her dress, and her nipples stood to attention despite the warm room.

They slid into a corner booth, ordering whiskey instead of wine. It burned going down, but it felt right. Kristie was feeling frisky, and kissed Aaron passionately on the lips, when he returned her kiss she reached down to feel the bulge growing behind his zipper. Aaron took this as an invitation to slide his hand up under her dress, beneath the elastic of her G-string, and onto the fleshy folds of his wife's very wet pussy. They knew people were watching, but this only heightened the feeling for Kristie; so much so that she guided his hand to his clit so she could get the relief she was longing for. For Aaron, he was a little uncomfortable, but loved that Kristie was so turn-on, so he went with it. The tension that had built between them over the years began to unravel with every stolen glance and teasing remark made towards their very public display of affection. When Kristie threw her head back in orgasm, everyone within eyeshot had seen her cum.

"That was hot!" Aaron said, trying to show enthusiasm.

"I need more, way more!" Kristie replied as she sculled her second shot.

By their third round, and more public play, Kristie's eyes flickered to the pool table in the back, where two bikers were finishing up a game.

They were exactly what you'd expect in a place like this; rough, broad-shouldered, a slight beer belly; the kind of men who looked like they'd been in their fair share of bar fights. One of the bikers had a thick beard and sleeves of tattoos running up both arms, his vest covered in patches that showed proud membership of an outlaw motorcycle gang. The other was younger but just as dangerous-looking, had a jagged scar running along his jaw, his leather jacket open just enough to show the edge of a knife holster.

Kristie smirked and nudged Aaron. "Think we could take them?" She wanted to take their game further.

Aaron followed her gaze, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face. "At pool? Probably not."

"Good," she said, finishing her drink. "Let's make a bet."

"Nah, they look too dangerous."

"I am going over, come or don't." Aaron reluctantly agreed, not really knowing what she meant by her 'let's make a bet' quip, when she agreed they would probably lose.

A few minutes later, they were at the table, Aaron casually leaning against the edge while Kristie toyed with a pool cue, twirling it between her fingers like she'd done this a hundred times.

"What's the game?" the bearded one asked, his voice a gravelly rumble.

Kristie tilted her head. "Pool. You in?"

The younger biker smirked. "Depends. What are we playing for?"

Aaron arched a brow at Kristie, hoping that she knew what she was doing. She met his gaze, her lips curving into something wicked before she turned back to the bikers. Aaron had always wanted to see Kristie railed by another man; in the deep recesses of his mind he imagined her being ran through by multiple guys; but he was too shy to admit it. This was the longing he had never been able to share with Kristie, he just didn't think she would get it.

"If you win," she said, running her fingers along the edge of the pool table, "I'll kiss you both."

The taller biker let out a slow chuckle, glancing at Aaron. "And you're cool with that?"

"Yes." Aaron said nervously.

"We all saw how fun she is to kiss!" The older one replied.

Aaron just shrugged, his nervous smirk never fading. "We will need something in return when we win."

"And what's that?"

Kristie leaned in, lowering her voice just enough to make it dangerous. "The most expensive bottle of whiskey behind that bar. And a shot of whatever the hell you're drinking--just so we can celebrate."

The bikers exchanged a glance, then grinned.

"It's a bet. You're on." He then put out his hairy hand to seal the deal with a hand shake. "I am Griff, and this here is Jim."

Kristie put her hand out to shake. Once the deal was done, Griff took her hand and kissed it. Kristie laughed: "I am Kristie, and this is my husband Aaron."

The game started with a sharp crack as the cue ball slammed into the rack, sending solids and stripes scattering across the faded green felt. The bar had quieted slightly, a few onlookers gathering with drinks in hand, drawn by the sight of two yuppies in their bar, playing pool with the toughest guys in here. The scene did not make sense, and they sensed that it may have an interesting ending.

Kristie played first, sinking a striped ball in the back-corner pocket; the younger biker let out a low whistle, at both her skill, and the fact her dress rode up to show her bare ass cheeks as she took her shot. Both noticed that her left butt-cheek was adorned with a small rose tattoo.

"Nice rose! I bet it smells good." The older biker chides.

Aaron followed up, lining up his cue with the pressure of a man who was scared to lose the game and the bet. But the bikers weren't pushovers. Griff was ruthless, clearing two solids in a row. Jim, the younger biker, was even better, making risky shots that somehow always landed.

As the game went on, the bet felt more and more reckless. Kristie felt the heat of Aaron's gaze as she bent over the table for a long shot. The bikers watched her with amusement and anticipation, one staring at the perfect curvature of her almost bare ass; while the younger one looked down her top at her braless cleavage, as it hung on the edge of the pool table. Aaron's pulse pounded as the balls dwindled, the game was coming to an end, and he was choking with fear.

Then, with a smirk and a very skilful stroke, the younger biker sank the eight-ball in the corner pocket.

Kristie straightened, exchanging a glance with Aaron. He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head.

"Guess you're up, sweetheart," the bearded biker said, setting his cue aside, his grin equal parts smug and desire.

Kristie bit her lip, her pulse spiking--whether from nerves or excitement, she wasn't entirely sure.

Aaron leaned in, his voice low in her ear. "Still having fun?" He wanted her to feel the heat of the impending danger they now faced, due to her reckless behaviour.

She turned to Aaron, her eyes dancing with mischief. "More than I have in years."

"Sit up on the table." The older biker commands. Kristie complies. He steps in closer and puts hands on her outer thighs, and slowly moves up under her dress.

"What do you think you are doing?" Aaron and Kristie say in unison.

"The bet was that if you lost the game we can kiss. You didn't say where I could or couldn't kiss you; so, as the winner, I get to choose where I kiss you." The older biker retorts with an evil grin.

The younger steps in to block Aaron's interference: "You do not want to break a bet with us. Things will get ugly, and the bet won't be the only thing that will be broken." Aaron quickly backed down, leaving Kristie to face the horny biker alone.

The mood inside The Rusty Nail shifted. The noise had quietened, and low murmurs rippled through the bar as word spread about the bet. The crowd pressed in closer, drinks in hand, eager for a show. A few smirks, a couple of whistles; everyone wanted to see if Kristie would follow through.

Kristie, sensing the danger, complies and the older biker, and allows him to remove her black-lace G-string. As she felt his rough hands on her delicate folds, she knew her pussy had betrayed her. The biker easily slid a single finger into her sopping velvet tunnel, going all the way up to his knuckle. Kristie gasped at the dirtiness of the scene. Griff, with his finger still deep in her snatch; leaned into her and whispered: "I hope your husband can't see how much you are loving this."

Kristie bit her lip as the biker slipped a second finger into her delicate folds. Aaron could see what Griff was doing; but he thought it best he pretends he did not see the very dangerous outlaw that was finger-banging his wife on the pool table, in front of a bunch of criminals.

Griff withdrew his fingers, locked eyes with the married couple, and licked them clean. The growing crowd cheered as the biker held up this yuppy-chick's underwear like a trophy. "We can lick your pussy, and you can suck our dicks in front of the whole bar, or we can go out to a dark area of the car park where it is more private and fuck you properly." He said to Kristie.

"Fuck her on the pool table." Yelled someone from the crowd.

"Show us her tits and cunt!" Yelled another.

Kristie glanced around, feeling the weight of hungry eyes on the hem of her dress. With her panties in the older biker's hands, it was clear to the whole bar that she was naked underneath. She had always loved attention, thrived on it even--but this? This was something else. Her pulse pounded in her throat as she turned back to the bikers, their grins dripping with expectation.

The bearded one--Griff, cocked his head toward the door. "Don't wanna give these vultures a free show, do you, sweetheart? We won't be able to control what happens to you when we are finished."

"But the bet was just a kiss." Kristie pleads.

Griff leans in close, puts his hand up her dress and 2 fingers into her hungry cunt; he whispers: "Jim and I are going to walk out that door, and you are going to follow and do as we say. If you don't, you won't make it off this pool table before every guy in here has fucked you multiple times." He withdraws his finger and lets her go.

"I want to go outside with you." Kristie concedes.

The younger biker, Jim, smirked. "Yeah, let's take them somewhere a little more... private."

Kristie felt Aaron shift beside her, his presence steady, grounding. He wasn't stopping this. He was waiting. Watching. And that sent a whole new thrill through her.

The bikers turned, heading for the door, and Kristie hesitated just long enough for the crowd to start chanting.

"Inside! Inside! Inside!" Confirming in Kristie's mind that she made the right decision to go with the bikers outside. Jim shot the crowd a menacing look, and they knew better than to follow.

A rush of heat, part humiliation, part fear; burned through her chest. There was no backing out now. She grabbed Aaron's hand, fingers tightening around his sweaty palm as they followed the bikers into the night.

The air outside was cool, sharp, a stark contrast to the sickly heat of the bar. The parking lot was mostly empty, save for a few idling bikes and trucks. The neon glow from the bar's flickering sign cast long shadows, making the uncertainty of what to happen to them even scarier; ominous even.

Griff walked to his bike, reaching behind the seat and unfastened a tightly rolled bedroll strapped to the back. He untied it and let it unfurl onto the pavement, the thick fabric landing with a soft thump on the ground between the motorcycles and a hedge. At least they were shielded from full view of the public.

Jim let out a low chuckle, kicking back against his own bike, arms crossed. "No sense getting dirty, while we are getting dirty, right?"

Kristie's breath caught in her throat, her mind spinning, heart pounding so hard she was sure Aaron could hear it.

He leaned in, his voice shaking, full of regret and fear. "Still having fun?" A joke was how he kept his panic at bay.

Kristie swallowed, her lips parting slightly. "I don't know yet." She responded, feeling both scared and a little excited.

"Remove her dress." Griff said to Jim. "I want to see this hot, little, yuppy-bitch naked." He added.

Kristie did not argue this time; Aaron assumed her obedience was out of fear that if she didn't comply, they would leave her to the mercy of the rest of the bar. She stands still, as Jim unzipped her dress and let it fall to the ground; both of the bikers gasped at her ample tits and shaved pussy. Griff snapped a photo of Kristie in all her glory, before she tried to cover herself with her arms and hands.

"None of that. Show yourself." Kristie was scared they would see her sopping pussy and erect nipples; they would see that her body had already given into whatever carnal desires they had for her; but what they couldn't see, her mind had not yet surrendered.

"Now I am going to turn the video on, and you are going to say: You wanted to come outside with us, you want to be naked and have adult fun with the both of us." Griff instructs, being careful to keep the language open for interpretation.

The threat of the hungry crowd inside was still fresh in both the minds of Aaron and Kristie, making Kristie comply immediately: "I wanted to come outside and be naked with you both and have some adult fun." She says into the camera with an honest confidence, making the bikers smile and high-five each other.

"Good girl. We are going to fuck you raw and in all three holes." Jim says as he unbuckles his pants releasing a very hard dick that stood at about 7 inches, with a snake skin tattooed down his shaft.

Aaron gasps; his mouth was dry and he had a lump form in his throat, feeling both scared and a little excited.

"The bet was just a kiss." Kristie tries to argue again.

"You can have fun out here with us, or we can put you back on that pool table inside and you can take your chances with the locals. They know you're fair game and if you go back in there each and every one of them will fuck you; and then they'll call their mates, and they'll all fuck you to. They'll stretch out your holes until there is nothing left of you." Griff answers. Kristie just nods, and accepts her fate.

"Shall we fuck her first, or have her blow us first." Jim asks.

"Lay back and open your legs, I want to collect my kiss." Griff mocks her, whilst taking charge from Jim. "Here, record us tearing up your wife's holes." He says to Aaron, handing him a camera.

Kristie watches the hairy biker hungrily peer up at her with her vagina in the foreground; he gives her an evil grin as his head disappears down onto her soft, velvety folds; sending a volt of pleasure through her body. Her body betrayed her, as she reacted to the probing tongue of the very skilful biker. Griff soaked up the aroma as he placed his mouth on either side of her pussy-lips, sucking them gently, before expertly moving his tongue in a continuous pattern over and around her clit; occasionally dipping his tongue into her womanhood. Kristie could not help but to flood his mouth and chin with her salty juices.

She breathed a sigh of relief that he knew how to handle her clit; making her gentle whimpers of delight escape her mouth. Jim knelt beside her with his very hard, heavily tattooed, dick near her cheek; he grabs her chin and yanks her mouth toward him. "Now it is my turn to receive my kiss." He taunts as he roughly feeds his snake-scaled-dick into her mouth, raw.

Kristie did her best to take the tattooed prick in deep. It was hard to do while being distracted by Griff's tongue; probing and exploring her, delving in, out, and around her pussy-hole and clit; each time he hit the spot just right she would force his head harder into her hungry cunt, soaking his beard with her cascading juices. As Kristie would throw her head back in orgasmic ecstasy, Jim's dick would almost pop out. "Suck it! Show your husband how much you like having my snake shoved down your throat." Jim would growl in response.

Griff got the rhythm of what she liked, and applied the technique diligently, he could feel her urgency though the writhing of her hips, her increasing moans around his comrade's cock, and he reacted intuitively, bringing her to 5 climaxes in the session. "Now that was a bet worth winning!" Griff further taunts her. Kristie didn't care though, she was too high from the feeling of cumming, and too busy trying to work the full length of Jim's fat snake further into her throat.

Griff pulls his jeans off, and gets between Kristie's legs; Aaron gets a full view of his erect penis, and guesses it is 8 inches and slightly longer than Jim's, but Jim definitely had more girth.

He lines his dick up against Kristie's glistening cunt; nudging the hole with the eye of his cock. She was at the height of her arousal now; extremely wet, her cunt-lips were swollen, and her hole was slightly open. She was definitely ready for a deep, long, screw.

"I am going to fuck your wife now." He says looking at Aaron with that evil tormenting smirk he had worn so much tonight. As he says it he is rubbing the circumcised head of his throbbing shaft between Kristie's flaps, and then slapping her clit with the head of his engorged monster as he gets to the top. Kristie's legs were up and wide, slightly shaking from anticipation, even grinding against his hardness. Aaron noted that not even a word of protest had escaped her mouth throughout the whole session.

"Ask me to fuck your wife." Aaron stands there motionless, watching the hairy biker rub his dick up and down the hungry slit of his wife's exposed cunt. "Unless you want us to end it here, and take her back inside instead?" Again, Griff was clever with his language, making it sound for the camera that he was simply offering to end the session and take her inside the bar; but to Aaron, that was a dangerous threat of his naked wife being thrust onto the pool table for every guy in the bar to gangbang her.

Aaron was as hard as a rock, his pants was lined with pre-cum, he was getting off on his fear; his powerlessness in the situation. He was getting turned on by the idea of watching a biker fuck his wife, while she sucked off his friend right in front of him. "Please fuck my wife." Aaron says to the biker, as well as to the camera; making Griff smile menacingly at him, while he played with Kristie's wet cunt.

"Do you want me to raw-dog your wife, and release my load deep into her cunt?" He says as he inserts a second finger into Kristie's pussy, and one into her rear chute, making her squeal onto the snake in her mouth. "I need to hear the words, or else me and my friend here, will have to finish up and take you and your wife back inside."

This excited Aaron, his fear was abating, and his erection was getting harder. He wanted to watch Kristie's pussy being ravished by the bikers, but the idea of a bar full of strangers running a train on her also excited him.

"Please raw-dog my wife, and release your load deep into her cunt." Aaron's mouth was dry with excitement.

"Take your dick out of her for a minute. I want to get that kiss off her that we won in the bet." Griff says to Jim. Jim reluctantly withdrew his long shaft.

Kristie is dying to be screwed, the bikie had teased her to the point where if she wasn't fucked soon, she might voluntarily go and lie naked on the pool table and let everyone in the bar gangbang her. Griff withdrew his 2 fingers from her dripping cunt, and slowly extracted the finger from her now accepting asshole. He noticed that she had relaxed around his finger, and he said: "Don't worry, I will be putting something much bigger up there soon enough." Kristie's eyes widened, she was virginal back there. But she did not complain.

The hairy bikie placed his engorged cock against her flaps, and made eye contact with her as he broke the marital seel of her vagina. His body shuddered by the intensity of the feeling of her soft, hot, wet womanhood; she was so horny, that she easily swallowed up his length inch-by-inch. Kristie's eyes were closed, avoiding his gaze; trying to hide from the shame that she was turned-on by this loathsome creature. She felt a strong pistol grip on her chin, she smelt whiskey and cigarettes on his breath, his tongue entered her mouth, probing, trying to intertwine with hers; she relented and kissed back; feeling her body tighten around his hard dick as the head prodded her cervix. Yet again; Kristie was betrayed by her body.

Her tits bounced as he gently moved in and out of her, taking his time to build momentum; her legs were now wrapped around him, she humps up to meet his thrusts; their mouths locked together in a passionate kiss. She locks eyes with him, both predator and prey, he only looks away briefly to watch his manhood being swallowed completely by her womanly delight.

"Your wife loves being fucked. Look at her, she is totally into it!" Jim says to Aaron, who is so spellbound by the sight before him, he barely registers the comment. "Pity the whole gang isn't here, we could have all gangbanged her." Jim piles on the insult.

When Aaron doesn't answer, Jim grabs him by the scruff of the back of his shirt. With a sinister whisper in Aaron's ear he says: "When your wife fucks our whole gang; will you watch? What are you going to do about it?" Jim says, choosing his language carefully for the recording.

Aaron sees the craziness in his eyes; he has never been in a situation like this, it was so far from his world. He knew the biker wasn't joking, as he just seen him put his whole cock down Kristie's throat; and she is being railed as they speak, on a filthy bedroll, on the pavement in a car park of a dive-bar.

"Nothing." Aaron stutters his response.

"Too right nothin." He lets Aaron goes and places his attention back on his mate, who is balls-deep in the yuppy-bride.

"Turn her around and fuck her doggy, let's spit-roast this horny little house wife." Jim says, impatient to take his turn in one of the holes of this hot, stuck-up, woman. He was grateful to get his hands on her; he knew she would be clean, smell good; not like the usual slut his gang fucks. When Kristie come up to them in the bar he knew he and Griff would be fucking her later in this very spot; her fate was sealed as soon as she opened her mouth to make that stupid bet. The fact they are screwing her right in front of her husband, made it all the more sweeter.

Griff slowly pulls out of Kristie's pussy, causing her to make a slurping sound that was loud enough for the camera to catch, and to squirt all over the biker's stomach. Aaron had never ever made her do that, he had only seen that sort of thing in porno's, and wondered if it was real. Here was his beautiful wife of 10 years, squirting all over a gross biker.

"She loves that biker dick!" Jim says after seeing his mate get drenched by a horny wife's cunt.

Griff looks at Aaron: "Have you ever seen your wife take 2 dicks at once before?" Kristie turns around without prompting and obediently gets on her hands and knees ready to service the horny bikers from both ends.

"No." Aaron replies.

"What about you wifey? Have you ever had 2 dicks at once before?" Jim taunts.

"No." Kristie answers, speaking for the first time since the bikers set upon her.

"Do you want both our cocks at once?" Griff taunts her, as he rubs his dick along her slick hole, teasing the entrance.

"Yes!" Kristie screams.

He massages her clit with the head of his fat cock, still teasing her. "Beg for it, I want your husband to see how much you want me and my mate; or I am not putting it back in."

Kristie yells: "Please fuck me! I need it so bad!" Aaron was so humiliated that he wasn't sure where to look, so he kept looking into the camera. His wife was begging for another man's dick right in front of him. While his heart ached over the seismic shift in the dynamics of their relationship; his penis betrayed him, it was harder than he had ever felt it, and he thought he was going to spray a load into his pants there and then.

Jim growing impatient with the game, feeds his throbbing member back into her mouth. Griff, satisfied he made his point and got a good shot for the camera, roughly re-enters her well-prepared velvet-tunnel, going balls deep with one hard thrust. He roughly pounds Kristie's pussy from behind, making her moan into Jim's dick, causing her to orgasm almost continuously. The moaning and bobbing onto Jim's dick makes him cum hard; spraying his load deep into Kristie's throat, which she swallows without instruction.

"Your wife sure is a good kisser. She swallowed my load without me asking. Did you see that?" He says to Aaron. Aaron knew he caught the moment it happened in hi-def; the moment his wife did another thing she had not done for him.

I can't wait to fuck her when I get hard again." He then adds: "You do want me to fuck your wife, don't you?" Jim continues to taunt.

Aaron answers immediately: "Yes, I want you to fuck my wife." Both fearful of Jim, and also wanting to see more of the show.

As Griff slows to a rhythmic pace he starts working his fingers into Kristie's rear passage. She is loving the feeling of this hard dick violating her repeatedly, making her moan and gasp each time he re-enters her. Her pussy is in almost a constant state of bliss as she is rocked by orgasm after orgasm. As the biker works his second finger into her virginal rosebud, her moan takes on a squeal, until she adjusts to his size, and finds some comfort. Griff starts thrusting his 2 fingers in and out of her ever-expanding rectum in a rhythm that offsets the pumping of her twat. When Kristie's moans become normal again, he works a third-finger into her ass, bringing back a more high-pitched gasp.

"Have you ever fucked your wife in the ass?" Griff asks Aaron between grunts, as he works that third finger into her ass, whilst still pounding her pussy.

"No." Aaron says, knowing what is to unfold. Taking her ass has always been a fantasy of his, but she won't let him near it. Just like she would never swallow his load after she blew him.

"Is there something you want to ask me?" Griff teases.

"She is a virgin there. She isn't ready for that." Aaron responds. Not wanting to give up experiencing this sacred act for the first time himself; they already got her to swallow their baby-batter before she did it for him. He can't lose this to.

"Jim, let's finish up here and take them both inside." Griff's 3 fingers were now pistoning in and out of Kristie's ass, and her moans indicated she loved it.

"Please fuck my wife's ass." Aaron said, immediately conceding. This made Griff grunt hard, and Kristie scream, as he filled her womb with his hot, man juice. He kept fingering her ass as he sat with his dick softening in Kristie's used cunt. When he slowly withdrew, he used his free hand to scoop up his cum from her spent twat and rub it into Kristie's stretching-rectum. He put his fourth finger in, which slipped in easy; and then his thumb. Kristie squealed again, but it made no difference; Griff kept working that thumb into her widening sphincter.

"Clench your cheeks and push against my hand." Kristie did, and the biker was able to slip in past his knuckles. "See that bitch? I have my whole fist in your wife's ass, and she loves it." He taunts Aaron, as Kristie rocks back against the fist moving in and out of virginal rear hole.

"I'm hard again. I want to fuck her." Jim says, clearly excited by Griff's show. Griff slowly withdraws his fist fully, then puts it back in to show Aaron that he had now stretched his wife's butt to the limit, and made her ready to take a dick there.

"Ok, but spit on your hand and put it in her ass, I want to keep her ready." Jim roughly spits on his hand and inserts his full fist into her back passage; he then shoves his dick into her salivating vagina, and roughly pounds her as hard as he can.

Griff grabs her by the hair and lifts her head up. He puts his flaccid dick against her mouth and says: "Clean it. Make it hard again so I can make your husband watch me take your virginity." With that command, and the taste of her own vagina on the dick in her mouth; Kristie's pussy tightened around Jim's dick, and her ass tightened around his fist, and she had the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life. Her screams only muffled by the cock in her mouth.

"Man, her pussy is so hot and wet! With my fist in her ass, it makes her tight as!" Jim yells as he furiously drives his snake-scaled cock in and out of Kristie's insatiable vagina. "Look what we are doing to your wife! Her cunt will never be the same again after we are done with her." He taunts Aaron as he piledrives his wife into a constant state of orgasmic bliss.

Kristie could feel Griff harden in her mouth, and was secretly relieved that the night was not over yet. She had countless orgasms, and been fucked in a way that she had never been fucked before, and wasn't sure if she could settle for normal sex to be her only pleasure outlet again. The immense feeling from the young biker's fat dick smashing her velvet tunnel, made it hard to concentrate on the hardening shaft in her mouth. She wanted to make his erection as hard as steel, without getting him so excited that he blows down her throat, before he can fuck her again.

"I'm gonna blow deep into your wife's box, while I fist her ass." Jim taunts Aaron as his body bucks and convulses, making Kristie's vaginal muscles grip and milk his shaft, drawing his seed deep into her womb. He slowly withdraws his man-meat from her snatch, then his fist from her ass, as Griff pulls out of her mouth; leaving Kristie's body momentarily empty. "Want to watch your wife clean her own pussy juices and my left-over-cum off my dick?" He taunts Aaron.

"Yes." Aaron replied, meaning the answer. He was so excited by the scene he could barely breathe.

As Kristie slurps her sweetness off the tattooed cock, Griff moves in behind her. He spits on his hand and slips it into Kristie's heavily used kitty. Four fingers go in easy, so he tries for the thumb; the thumb slips in, expelling torrents of the biker's cum. He says: "Push against my hand, try to push me out." She complies, when she relaxes, it allows Griff to slip his fist in beyond the knuckles, making Kristie moan. He then slowly withdraws the heavily lubricated fist, and puts it into Kristie's already prepared butt, sliding in relatively easily past the knuckles. "You are definitely ready to be fucked in the ass now, but first I want to see if your snatch can take a fist at the same time as your ass."

Kristie spits Jim's snake out and says: "No, it won't, you'll rip me open!"

Jim grabs her hair and roughly forces his dick back into her mouth. Griff ignores her and slips four fingers into her stretched pussy, it is definitely tight, but Griff works the thumb in until he has a fist knuckle deep. "Push against me." Kristie did as she was told again, and Griff was able to get his fist into her cunt. "Look at this, your wife is double fisted!" Griff says as he slowly withdraws and reinserts each fist, in and out of her pussy and ass until he can hear her grunts of pain, turn into gentle moans of delight.

Satisfied, he withdraws the fist from her pussy and shoves his heavily erect penis in so deep that goes hits her cervix, pounding her hard and fast until he feels her explode in orgasm around his cock.

He looks at Aaron: "Are you ready to watch me to take your wife's virginity?" He smiles.

"Yes." Aaron said, dying to fuck her himself so that he could relieve the tension in his loins.

Griff withdraws his fist from her ass and pushes his dick against the opening of her rosebud, as Kristie tries to relax and prepare herself to be fucked there for the first time. The fist made it easier for the biker to enter her, pushing only until his head was in her; and then he waited for her to relax. Slowly, he makes his way up her rear chute; he had her well prepared, so she was more accommodating and was able to relax faster than a usual virgin. Griff bottomed out and rested there for a moment: "I have taken your wife's cherry right in front of you. How does it feel to watch that?"

"Difficult." Was all Aaron could murmur. The pang of guilt of not being the first to explore Kristie's backdoor hurt Aaron; it was painful to the point that he found this part hard to watch. Disgusting bikers who they had only known for a few hours had taken her anal virginity, made her squirt, and she swallowed their semen. Kristie will always remember them as her first(s).

Griff turned to his prize: "Push back on me." Kristie pushed back, allowing him to feel a little bit more of her, before slowly pulling his length back out of her, he felt she was ready to be fucked so he started pumping soft shallow strokes in and out of her gorgeous married rear-end. As his strokes got longer and harder, Kristie moaned, as she relaxed and the sensation grew pleasant.

Kristie had dreaded this moment since she felt Griff slip the first finger into her earlier. She knew then that she would be getting fucked in the ass for the first time tonight, and it scared her. When Kristie felt the head of the biker's dick push past her sphincter there was a sharp pain, it was not as bad as when the fist slipped in; but she could not help but react to it, and almost bit down on the stiffening dick that was using her mouth. She pushed back on Griff as instructed, helping him delve deeper into her guts; his finger nails were biting into her hips as he gripped her tight to maintain the forward momentum into her. Kristie finally felt his balls rest against her taint, and the flaring of the head of his penis as he finally bottomed out, she did her best to relax, while at the same time deliver pleasure to the very hard shaft going deeper into her throat. She had adjusted to Griff's size and was ready for him to fuck her.

Griff was only gentle for the first few strokes; then he wanted to fuck her ass hard - what did he care if some yuppy's wife had a loose, sore ass when he was finished? This was painful for Kristie, while the fist made her ready at the opening of the rosebud; her deeper chute was still adjusting to the fatness of the biker's cock. Griff was taking long, slow strokes, hitting her deep so his balls swung through with a force that hit her clit; then he would withdraw to the point where just the eye of the head of his dick was inside her. As he would slam himself back into her, Kristie would give a muffled yelp into Jim's snake. She had no choice but to relax and take the rough penetration delivered by the bikie. Kristie knew she was in for a long session of ass fucking; Griff had already given her a load, so she expected him to last a long time the second time around. When he was done, she would be fucked in the ass again by Jim.

"Watch this! Watch what I have done to your sweet, little wife's virginal ass." Griff motions for Aaron to come over with the camera. When the camera was in place Griff withdrew his dick completely from her ass, leaving her rosebud a gaping hole. Griff spat directly into the hole and shoved his cock in there rough and fast, making it disappear in a second; then he pulled out all the way again showing off the gaping hole he had made in the wife's broken-in-butt. This must have excited him, because on the 5th repeat of the gape he blew his load into the entrance, before shoving himself in, for one last pump. Kristie was now squealing in delight rather than pain.

"I want my go." Jim said, withdrawing his hard cock from Kristie's mouth. "I want you to watch me tear up your wife's beautiful ass. When we are done, her rosebud will be a head of cabbage." He says to Aaron.

Griff pulls his softened meat out of Kristie's tenderised rear, making a stream of cum fall out of her stretched-out hole. He moves to Kristie's face and grabs a handful of her hair and says: "Do not make me ask." Kristie obediently take the dirty-biker's softening rod into her mouth and slurps off the access cum and the juices from her ass; nearly dry-reaching on the foul taste. Jim moves in behind her and slams himself into her opened back-door. Jim's dick is fatter than Griff's, so Kristie yelped by the shock of the entry.

Jim pumped her hard and fast, while teasing Aaron with taunts like: "I am ripping up your wife's ass!" and "I wonder if she'll ever let you have a turn?" As Griff removed his highly polished prick from her mouth, and began to put his clothes back on; Jim hit high gear, slamming into Kristie's butt with all his strength and all his speed. Kristie was loving it now, thrusting back to meet Jim's snake, swallowing him deep into the crevice each time, panting and moaning with pleasure.

Kristie was yelling "Fuck me harder!" As Jim pounded her from behind. As he reached fever pitch, he grabbed Kristie's hair yanked her head back, and shot his load deep into her bowels. Kristie fell onto her forearms, recovering from her own pleasure explosion, as the younger biker pulled his semi-hard dick from her well-used ass.

He moved out around to the front for Kristie to obediently clean her ass juices from his glistening shaft. "We should keep her here for the rest of the gang to use. She fucks better than all the sluts in our gang." Jim said.

"No. We had our fun. We'll keep our word." Griff argues.

"Our leader will be filthy we didn't share her with the gang. We could get in serious shit for breaking this rule." He lights up a smoke as he looks over the exhausted, cum-filled-conquest still lying on his bedroll. He then adds: "I say we keep her, and let the whole club fuck her."

"I said no." Griff responded firmly.

"I am calling the gang and telling them, I am not getting in the shit for some yuppy-slut." Jim pulled out his phone and walked out of ear-shot.

Kristie was scared, she didn't know if she could take a whole gang at once! She had only just had her first threesome. But, the fear, the danger, maybe just the idea of it, stirred something in her loins. She had felt alive tonight for the first time in her adult life, and she did not want to go back to the humdrum of her sex life.

Griff turns to the married couple, ignoring Jim. "You are free to go home, we'll make sure you get past the bar ok."

"Thanks." Aaron replied. The biker thought he meant for releasing them; but Aaron meant for the night of his life.

Griff grabbed Aaron's arm: "We have your consent on video, if you go to the cops we will be ok. But, you won't be, because I will put this up on the web for everyone to see."

"As far as we are concerned, this is the end of it." Aaron responded.

"Ok. Next time, be careful about making bets with dangerous people." Griff winks.

Aaron helps Kristie get dressed, they make their way to their car, as the bikers watch on.

As they drove into the night Aaron leaned in, for the third time tonight he asked: "Still having fun?"

Kristie feeling more awake answered: "I had the time of my life; but I want to be fucked again. I wish I could have fucked their whole gang." Aaron just looked at her blankly. She then added: "I want to be fucked under the stars again, I want to remember the experience."

Aaron pulled the car over, they got out of the car and grabbed a picnic blanket out of the boot and walked a short distance to a secure location.

To Be Continued...