Motorcycle Racing Fans, have fun.

Motorcycle Racing Fan, my wife and my friends.

Part One.

I am a motorcycle racing nut. I love everything to do with racing and just can't get enough of it, much to my wife Jane's disappointment. She would rather I loved being in bed with her, giving her a good fucking. Don't get me wrong, I love her more and more every day, but I love motorcycles as well, though perhaps not quite as much.

Let me tell you about us. Jane is 26, full of life, with a sexy killer body that most girls would die to have. She has good-sized tits, not too big and not too small, with very sensitive nipples that only a slight breeze makes stand out like doorknobs. But the best thing about her is her very sexy arse. I can't get enough of it, and I kiss and lick it as often as I can, which is handy as she loves it too.

As for me, I am Vic, two years Jane's senior, at 28. Just under six feet tall, with a body that's taken a lot of gym work to get. I dress like a bit of a slob, I am told, in T-shirts, joggers and trainers, apart from when I am riding my bike, a Yamaha F1. Then it's leather all over and all the way.

We met just after Jane finished school, and I was a trainee motorcycle mechanic in a shop she used to pass on her way home. I used to wolf-whistle at her as she walked by, until one day she came into the shop and told me to stop or she would get her big brother to beat me up. I said, "OK, I will stop if you go out for a coffee with me." She said yes, and that was it, job done. We married four years later, much to our parents' displeasure, as they thought we were too young, even at our age. But we did it anyway, and so far, it's been great.

On the 9th of August, four of my best mates and I had just come back from the MotoGP at Silverstone, and we were absolutely buzzing, with adrenaline pumping around our bodies from three mad days of motorcycle racing. Jane was pleased to have me back in one piece, and we had a great session of love-making that night, which knackered me at work the next day. Me and the boys had planned to go to the next round at Aragon in Spain at the end of the month. But Geoff and Sam said they couldn't afford to go after their wives bullied them. "Just say bollocks and come," I said, but Geoff said, "Look, mate, I am not getting much sex from the wife now. If I did what you just said, that would drop to nothing at all. Then I would have to rely on hand jobs then, thinking about your wife," he added with a smile. Sam just stood there, nodding his head. It seemed he was in the same boat, and it looked like he was picturing my wife as well, judging by the horny look on his face.

Later that week, while relaxing in bed with Jane playing with my soon-to-be-hard cock, I told her about my conversation with the boys about the cancelled trip to the Spanish GP. She surprised me by saying, "Why don't you invite them around here that weekend and have a MotoGP party? Watch the recording of Saturday's qualifying that evening with a BBQ. Then watch the GP itself live on Sunday. They can sleep on camp beds in the living room. I know it won't be the same, but it will be better than nothing." As I drifted off after a good fuck, my mind was wondering what would happen that weekend.

Over the next couple of days, I phoned my pals. First, Geoff, the 30-year-old welder. I told him the plan, and he replied, "Hang on, I will just tell the Misses we have been invited to your GP weekend." I could hear a lot of muffled conversation as Geoff's hand was over the phone's mouthpiece, old style. He came back to the phone and said, "The Misses says thanks, but no thanks. She will go and spend that weekend with her mum. But I will be there."

Next was Jerry, 28, a courier, who seemed to spend all his time on a bike. He said, after being told the plan, "Great, we will be there", but as he said that, I could hear his wife, Jean, shouting at him. I asked, "Is everything OK, mate?" to which he answered, "It looks like I am coming on my own."

Sam the bricky, the daddy of the gang at 55, said he was coming, but added that he would also be on his own after Geoff and Jerry's wife told her they wouldn't be attending.

That left Dave. Everyone knows a Dave, but ours was the baby of the group and was Sam's apprentice bricky. He was just 18 and usually swapped between the rest of us, riding pillion whenever we went out riding. When I asked if he was coming, he just said, "Yes. I will be there," and hung up. I think he was keen.

It was the Tuesday before the MotoGP weekend when Jane asked me, "We had better get the food and drink in for the weekend. There will, after all, be nine mouths to feed and water." I looked at her sideways and said, "Nine? There will only be six. All three of the other wives are not coming, for one reason or another. But look on the bright side, it will cost less, and they are not that interested in motorsport really." I could see her face turning red as she exploded, "That means I will be the only female here with five men all hyped on bike racing. Why didn't you tell me before?" I told her I thought I had, and she came back to me and said, "What am I supposed to do all weekend?" I thought for a moment and said regretfully, "I don't know, cook and serve snacks and meals, refill beer glasses, and wash up. And just generally walk around looking sexy, like you always do. Have fun with the guys." I later regretted saying that last bit more than the rest. I slept on the settee that night.

She was still mad at me Saturday morning when I struggled through the front door with all the weekend's food and drink for our guests, but after a couple of hours of hard graft, setting it up, she began to settle down and started to look forward to the GP party. As she relaxed, she asked me, "What should I wear over the weekend?" I told her, "Be as daring and as brave as you like, with as little as you like." She walked off to our bedroom to sort her clothes out with a big smile on her face and a sexy sway to her hips. I wondered why.

It was just before six on Saturday; snacks were laid out on the kitchen table, beers were chilling in the fridge, and the living room chairs were arranged in a big semicircle around my big TV when I heard a car roll up my front drive and honk its horn. The boys were here and sounded excited by the noise they were making. My neighbours were used to that.

In a flash, I opened the front door, and there they were. Geoff, Jerry, Sam, and, of course, the young Dave. They were all carrying something for the weekend's fun, and it looked like it was all alcohol. But you can never have enough of that, can you? Shaking my hand one at a time, they pushed past me and headed for the lounge, but they all stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Jane standing in the lounge doorway. Boy, did she look so sexy and hot. I wondered what was on her mind when she chose her outfit for the evening.

She had come out of the kitchen behind me, dressed as a slutty waitress. A short white apron that stopped halfway between her waist and knees. Under it, she wore the shortest denim shirt I had ever seen, which showed off her black hold-up stockings. On top, she wore a bright red boob-tube that made her sexy tits stand out more than usual. Her hair was pulled back in a youthful ponytail, which I had never seen her wear that way before, and I wondered why. She held a tray with five ice-cold Peroni Italian beers.

Everyone went quiet for a second that felt like an hour until Geoff held up his arms, took a beer, and drew her into a tight hug, kissing her lips. "He never kissed her on the lips when his wife was around", I thought. Jerry did the same but let one of his hands squeeze her sexy arse before moving on into the lounge. Sam looked a bit embarrassed and just gave her a quick peck on the cheek, then took a beer and joined the other two. I think Dave had already had a drink or two, as he held her tight, groped both of her bum cheeks and gave her a longer, inappropriate kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth. The trouble with that was that I could see her tongue him back, enthusiastically. I coughed twice, loudly, and they broke apart. I said, "Let's join the others in the living room, Dave, and we can start the GP qualifying recording". I followed Jane into the kitchen and quietly asked her, "You OK, babe? You looked like you enjoyed that?" She replied, "I did, but you told me to have fun with the boys, so I am going to do exactly what you told me to". I was shocked and said nothing, which prompted her to add, "Dave is a big boy. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my tummy, and what a kisser. That made my head spin and become a bit moist".

When I joined the others in the living room, Sam had already taken control of the remote, even though it was my house; damn him. MotoGP qualifying was on, and things started to settle down as we enjoyed the racing and the beer. But all eyes kept flicking towards the kitchen door, where Jane was.

After about fifteen minutes, Jane brought in five more beers on a tray and bent over right in front of Jerry to put them down on the coffee table, showing off her knickers that just covered her bum to everybody but me. She wiggled it as she took her time unloading the bottles from the tray, as the room went strangely quiet. Jerry shuffled forward and looked up her skirt for a better view, which made Jane giggle and say, "You are a naughty man, Jerry, but did you like what you saw?" He answered, "Damn right I did, Jane," gripping his crutch and moving it about, making a growling sound while the others laughed out loud. What was going on?

She brought in the next round of beers about twenty minutes later and did the same thing. But when Jerry moved forward, he flipped her dress up over her back, put both hands on her arse cheeks, and squeezed and rubbed them. She pushed back against his hands and groaned. After she had gone back to the kitchen, Jerry said, "Fuck it, Vic. Your missus has a great arse. And it feels great. You OK with what she is doing?" I was a bit confused, but panicked and said, "Yes, as long as she is happy," and a big smile spread across my friends' faces as I thought, "What have I just said yes to?"

As the qualifying finished, Jane called out, "Snacks are ready on the kitchen table. Come and help yourself to anything you can find and want". As we all wandered in, Jane had taken off her apron and was eating a plate of food while leaning against our round kitchen table. Jerry stood beside her and bumped his hip against hers, which she bumped back, giggling. Geoff was on her other side and did the same. Sam just ate quietly, and Dave ate his food while watching what was going on intently. Jerry put his plate down and moved behind Jane and rubbed her bum with his crutch, moving her skirt up as he did. He suddenly stopped and said, "Lads, she has taken her pants off, and she is already very wet". Gently, he pushed the top half of her flat on the table that Geoff had just cleared and lifted her skirt up as Jane opened her legs a bit. As Jerry got down on his knees to kiss her nice round arse cheeks, Geoff slid his hand up her boob-tube and was playing with a nipple as Jane started to breathe hard while she rested her forehead on the table.

No one said a word, and the only thing we could hear was a slurping sound as Jerry licked and tongue fucked Jane's pussy and arse. Geoff had lifted her boob-tube off her sexy body while Dave moved around the table for a better look. Sam had stopped eating and put his plate down, eyes wide and almost dribbling. Jane started shaking as her first orgasm ripped through her body because of Jerry's tongue work. As Jane started to recover, she stood up and removed her crumpled skirt and stockings, which had fallen to her ankles. So, there she stood, completely naked, looking very sexy, in our kitchen surrounded by five fully clothed men, all horny and wanting more. "But she is my wife", I thought. Jerry and Geoff each took one of Jane's arms and, with Sam and Dave in tow, guided her into the living room, leaving me alone in the kitchen, wondering what strange planet I was on.

I shook my head to try to clear it and followed the others, and my wife, into the next room. And there she stood, still naked in the middle of our living room with young Dave holding her tight, hands on her arse, with his tongue stuffed halfway down her throat. I think she was enjoying it as she had her hands around his head, pulling his face against hers with her tongue doing all it could to get into his mouth. One of her legs was also wrapped around one of his as she thrust her pelvis into his crotch. Just behind them, Jerry and Geoff scrambled to get their clothes off while Sam sat eating a bag of crisps he had brought from the kitchen, just watching.

Geoff and Jerry pried Dave off Jane and gently pushed her to her knees on the floor. When she got there, she noticed two big hard cocks almost in her face and two hands on the back of her head, easing her towards the large appendages. Her mouth automatically came open, and Geoff's long, thin seven inches eased into it, hitting her tonsils with full penetration. She sucked the first cock for a while and then switched over to Jerry's six-inch monster that was so thick it made her jaw ache getting it in her mouth. "This is different and nice", she thought, till she felt Dave slide a finger into pussy and rub her "G" spot. The tension was building up, and her mouth was travelling back and forth quickly, first on one, then the other of Geoff and Jerry's cocks. She thought things couldn't get any better as the feeling of a big orgasm started to build up when Dave surprised her again by putting a second finger on her bum hole, then pushed it deep inside her darkest hole. Three massive orgasms ripped through our front room at that point, with Jane swallowing two loads of cum, and with Dave's hands and the carpet taking the full force of a Jane squirt. Everyone sat down to rest and calm down, as Sam got up and asked, "Anyone want another beer?" as he shuffled to the fridge in the kitchen.

It was quiet for a while as the six of us sat and sipped our cold beers. Four of the six of us became a bit embarrassed by what had just happened and by the fact that they were still sitting naked on our couch. That will need a good wash, I thought. Only Sam and I were still dressed, and it's my house! Sam went to get more beers.

Dave had snuggled up to Jane, his head on her shoulder, and was playing with her left nipple as Sam came back with beers. I could tell she was enjoying the attention as her legs started to part again, and her hand slid down over her tummy to rub her clit. Sam, in the meantime, had found the TV remote and was surfing the channels when he found some porn (I have no idea how that got on there). The scene was some girl-on-girl action, so everyone watched, and it took only a couple of minutes before I could see some poles rising from the men, along with the room temperature. Jame started some kissing action with Dave while giving him a slow hand job, as Jerry slipped into a space beside her to finger fuck her we pussy. She started to groan into Dave mouth, as Jerry lifted her up, so she was on all fours in the middle of the couch with her sexy arse in the air. Without checking with me, Jerry slipped his thick cock between the lips of her hungry pussy and drove it all the way deep inside her, stretching her open. Dave shifted up the seat so Jane could suck on his erect cock while Geoff stood and watched as he slowly stroked his shaft. Sam was still watching the TV, and I still had my clothes on. It was all getting a bit much.

"I am coming, I am coming", shouted Jane as Jerry started making those noises that only a man who's about to cum can make. As she went over the top with a massive orgasm, Jerry pulled out and shot his cum over her sexy arse, and there was lots of it, considering it wasn't that long ago he had shot a load in her mouth. Then a strange thing happened. As Jerry, exhausted, sat back down, Sam jumped up with a wet face cloth, no one had seen him bring in, and proceeded to mop the cum off her bum, concentrating mostly on her bum crack. Job finished, he sat down again and went back to watching the TV. Before I could turn my head from Sam back to my wife, Geoff had taken Jerry's place and was sliding his long, thin cock into her extremely wet and stretched pussy. Dave had switched around and was now sucking on Jane's nipples as her tits hung down and swung about free as Geoff pounded into her. The noises she was making were incredibly sexy, as were the splashing sounds coming from the fucking. It didn't take long before Geoff was puffing and blowing as his cum pressure started to rise. Jane had yet another massive cum and slumped forward, off Geoff's cock, face first onto the couch and on top of Dave. As for Geoff? The timing was just right: as she fell, he had just started to shoot his load, and with that, once again, the cum fell on her arse. Clean-up Sam was once again on the scene to clean up.

Jane, now exhausted, rolled over and lay back, half on and half off the couch as both Jerry and Geoff sat and recovered. If Jane thought she could have a bit of a rest, she had another think coming as the youngster Dave dropped between her legs, hoisting them over his shoulders and started to rub the tip of his cock up and down her, now very red and swollen, pussy lips. She was becoming a bit of a cum slut as she slid her body forward on the couch, and impaled herself fully on his young stud's virile cock, with a loud grunt of satisfaction. OH, to be young again. Soon Dave was pounding her pussy hard and fast, like a steam train, and she was keeping up with him and having lots of little cum's on the way. Jerry and Geoff were both loving and looking at the kids' action, and even Sam took his eyes away from the porn on the TV to watch. The room smelled like a brothel, with cum dripping out of used cocks as they started to get hard again, as the tension started to rise again. Jane almost passed out as the young Dave's action started to slow into deep, hard pumps as he shot his load into my wife. And he didn't ask if he could either. What a sod.

As Dave eventually pulled his spent cock out of my wife, Sam rushed over to wipe her cum filled cunt but also, surprisingly, turned and cleaned up Dave's cum covered cock as well. I know Dave is Sam's apprentice, but that's a bit much. "More beer?" said Sam as he left for the kitchen again.

With the TV off and the beers almost gone, Jane said, "We had better get this room sorted for you lot to sleep in". The couch converted into a double for Geoff and Jerry, with two single camp beds for Sam and Dave. We took turns in the bathroom for washing and pissing, with our four guests getting into their respective beds. Jane and I said our goodnights and stumbled off to our bedroom and our nice clean double bed, where, at last, I thought I would see some action.

We got into bed, with her smelling of three other men's cum, and sweet, and who knows what else. I snuggled up to her naked used body and whispered in her ear, "My turn?" She answered, "Did you lock the back door?" then added, "I will go check". With that, she sprang out of bed and walked out of the room, her sexy bum wiggling as she went. I drifted off to sleep.

I don't know when or why I woke up, but I stretched my arm across the bed and realised I was on my own. Jane was gone.

Thinking she was in the bathroom, I wanted to check on her, but as I quietly walked down the hallway, I heard whispering and muffled laughter. As I entered our dimly lit living room, I saw her, and them. So, I stepped back into the shadows to watch what was about to happen. Sam was the only one still in bed, but he was naked now and had the biggest cock I had ever seen. I could only see half of it as my wife, Jane the cum slut, had half of it inside her cunt as she straddled him, bouncing up and down to stretch and get it all inside her pussy. It looked amazing. The others sat around them, watching in wonder. After about five minutes, she succeeded in getting all in, and the quicker action began. Her juices started to leak around his monster cock as she moved up and down with Sam holding onto her hips for support, and to help pull her down for the deepest penetration. He started to moan and shake beneath her, and I knew he was coming in my Jane. He laughed as he filled her up, so, in payback, as she lifted herself off him, she reversed backwards and sat on his face.

He was covered in his own and hers as she held herself down on him. I was getting very tired by then, so I slipped quietly back to my bed and fell into a deep sleep.

It was about nine when I woke up again, and Jane was sleeping soundly next to me. She definitely needed a shower now, as she was in a right mess. She roused as I moved in the bed, and I asked her, "What happened after you fucked San?" She said, "They all had me again. You did tell me to have fun with them. Didn't you?"

I could hear the boys waking up in the living room as Dave called out, "Morning, Jane, we need you for breakfast". Did he mean for her to cook some? Or something else? Four hours remained before the MotoGP started. It was going to be a long day, and I still hadn't had any of my wife's pussy. Life is a bitch.