Of Motorcycles and Kate

[bill+kate]

I recently took a trip on my motorcycle; met a friend from the Midwest in the Rockies and spent a week touring on our bikes. I teased Kate before leaving that she had a free pass; but I thought it was just teasing because we’ve only had one adventure (related here in the Library) and that was over three years ago. Kate’s a reluctant Hotwife, but I always hold out hope that she’ll indulge me again.

I was gone five days and having dinner with Steve, my riding partner, when I received a call from Kate. This is the gist of that first call.

K: Remember that fireman, Matthew, who used to live in my apartment complex before we were married?

Me: You know I do, I’m the one who teased you about how much a black guy wanted to get in your pants. He could never take his eyes off you when we were down at the pool, trying to see right through your bikini. I think I even brought him up a few years ago, trying to get you hot and bothered, but you always said you weren’t in the least bit attracted to him.

K: That’s true, but I ran into him today in town. He and a friend both retired from the fire department, both bought Harley’s and by coincidence are taking a few days to ride around here (Kate and I now live in a small tourist town on a scenic highway). Anyway, they asked me to have a beer with them at the brewery. When I told them about our house, they asked to see it. I’m driving to the house right now and they’re riding behind me. I thought I should let you know.

Me: Right, they just want to see the house. Who’s Matthew’s friend?

K: His name’s Clarence and yes, he’s black and he’s much better looking than Matthew, but don’t get any ideas. I’m not inviting them over to screw, I just didn’t know how to say “no” when they asked to see our house after I spent fifteen minutes bragging about it. I’m pulling into the drive now, I’ll call you when they leave.

At that Kate hung up. I walked back into the restaurant with my head spinning. Luckily, we live in a fairly remote area with few neighbors; it could be awkward explaining why my wife was being followed to our house by two guys on motorcycles while I was out of town. But I knew the likelihood of anything happening was remote, despite my encouragement, Kate has only allowed herself the one “indiscretion” in our twenty years together.

Steve and I were back in our room watching TV when my phone finally rang. It was Kate asking if we could talk “privately” so I walked out to the pool in front of the motor inn.

K: The guys and I have been having a few Tequilas from your stash and I’m feeling a little wicked. Clarence wants to take me upstairs and I want to know if you’re OK with that. If you say “no” I’ll tell them to leave, but I’d rather you said “yes.”

Me: (Stunned and stammering). I always told you that it was your option, I won’t back out now. I just wish I was there. Hey, what about Matthew?

K: I haven’t changed my mind, I’m still not attracted to him. He’s going to stay downstairs and watch TV. Clarence already got him to agree.

Me: OK, OK, but would you please do me one giant favor? Leave the phone on and put it next to the bed. I’ll put my phone on mute.

K: I love you, thanks.

So for the next half hour, until my damn phone went to low battery, I sat in a lounge chair by the pool listening to my beautiful wife and her lover. Burned in my mind are some of the things I heard:
“Damn, your pussy tastes so sweet.” “That’s right, right there, your tongue feels so good on my cock.” And I nearly pulled my cock out of my pants and played with it right there when I heard Kate, “Slow down, slow down, let me get used to it before you start slamming, it’s hitting my cervix.”

When the phone quit I went back into the room. Steve was asleep, so I silently went into the bathroom, locked the door and played with myself until I came.

The next morning, with the phone recharged, I called Kate.

Me: Good morning love. That was the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard, but my phone ran out of juice, so I didn’t hear it all. What time did the guys leave?

K: (After a pause.) Well, they haven’t left yet. Did you want to talk about it now, or do you want to hear the whole story when you get back?

I decided to wait for the rest of her tale when I didn’t have to run into the bathroom again to get some relief, but it was going to be uncomfortable riding with an erection in my leathers for the next three days.

[sdbuffalo]

I am hoping that you'll tell us the whole story when you can!

[harv]

Please finish the whole story for us!

[bill+kate]

I arrived home four long days later. It was great riding the Rockies and spending some time with my good friend Steve, but I was happy to be home. Kate met me at the door wearing a pair of yoga pants, a t-shirt and a smile. I kissed her and did my best not to blurt out, “Now, tell me!” Instead, I let her pour me a beer and answered her questions about my last eight days. I took a shower while she poured us each a second beer; after drying off, I grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom.

The bed was made and the sheets were clean. As I undressed her, Kate asked, since I hadn’t said a thing, if I was interested in hearing about the rest of her week. I almost shouted, “Hell, yes!” and over the next few hours she played with my mind by giving me bits of the story. This was the first part.

K: I don’t know when your phone quit, but Clarence was in me the second time when I looked over his shoulder and saw Matthew standing at the top of the stairs. Clarence saw the expression on my face and begged me to let his friend have something he’s wanted for years. Clarence said Matthew used to talk at the firehouse about the hot mother that was driving him crazy – he’d watch my ass while I stretched after one of my runs and especially when I was down by the pool in my bikini. Clarence said he was really pissed when you came along and stole my heart and body.

(I should mention here Kate has a beautiful body, 5’7”, 132 sexy/curvy pounds and long legs.)

K (continued): Clarence pulled out and started teasing me with his cock, but wouldn’t put it back in. I finally gave in, but I didn’t want to ruin my mood, so I turned over on my hands and knees and let Matthew take me from behind.

Me: Wait, explain, “Take me from behind.”

K: Use your imagination. At first he was in my vagina, but we got a little carried away, he kept on complimenting and playing with my ass. Rubbing his finger on my back hole as he fucked me. When he asked if he could take me in the ass, I told him where you keep the lube. Thank goodness he wasn’t as big as Clarence.

Me: That reminds me, you said something when I was listening about Clarence hitting your cervix, was he really that long?

K: Long and thick, about the same size as our biggest toy, only real.

Kate and I were slowly screwing and this is when I lost my first load. I really love this woman.


After cumming, I laid next to Kate and said, “Tell me more.”

K: This was obviously not the first time Matthew and Clarence shared a woman. Matthew sat me on his lap with his cock still in my ass and Clarence leaned in, put his cock in my vagina and the two of them took turns going in and out. I started cumming over and over again. They kept this up until first Matthew and then Clarence came inside me. I was a wreck at this point, Clarence tried to suck on my nipples, but I had to stop him. The bed was a mess, so we all went into the shower and then changed the sheets. They asked if they could stay and I said “yes.” I tried to fall asleep, but Matthew started to play with my clit and before I knew it, he climbed on top of me and we tried to screw quietly. Matthew tried to kiss me, and this might sound awful, but even though we were screwing, I still couldn’t kiss him.

Me: What about Clarence, did he try to kiss you?

K: Yes, not only does he have a good sized cock, but he’s a good kisser. You and I never talked about that, are you pissed I kissed him?

I told Kate I was a little jealous, but also incredibly turned on and asked her to continue.

K: As quiet as Matthew and I tried to be, it wasn’t quiet enough. Matthew came inside me and when he rolled over, I could sense Clarence. He rolled on top of me and took Matthew’s place. He must have been all wound up, because he didn’t last as long as the first two times, thank goodness. I was starting to need a break. But he came, gave me a kiss, asked if I needed to cum again and when I said “no” he went to sleep.

K (continued): The next thing I knew the phone was ringing and it was your morning call to me. Clarence was still in bed, but Matthew was in the kitchen making eggs for our breakfast. When I got off the phone, we ate and they asked me if I’d like to go for a ride with them. We all showered again, I put on my leathers and we rode for most of the day. We stopped in a bar for lunch and a beer and did I ever get the looks from everyone. Both Matthew and Clarence were being a little touchy-feely, nothing rude, but we decided we had better finish our lunch fast and get back on the road.

When Kate mentioned lunch I realized I hadn’t eaten anything for the past ten hours. I wanted to get something in my stomach besides beer, and most of all, I wanted this story to last. So I asked Kate to save the rest until later.

[Anns_boyfriend]

Great story, im kinda wanting it to last as well. Cant wait to hear more.

[Foot69loose]

Bill & Kate,
what a wonderful story to arrive back home to after a good long ride.

We are both looking forward to your next installment. We also share your passion for a good long run.
It gets the motor running.

[bill+kate]

After dinner, I poured us each another drink and practically dragged Kate upstairs for the next part of her story.

K: When we got back to the house, Clarence and Matthew asked if they could spend another night here. I probably should have called and asked you, but to tell the truth, I was having too much fun by this time to take a chance. Besides, I was pretty certain you would say “yes” especially after Matthew found your camera and asked if we could take photos. He even figured out how to use the movie feature on your good Canon.

Photos? Movies? I don’t know if I have ever been harder in my life. If Kate touched my cock just then, I would have cum immediately.

Me: Where are the pictures?

Kate got off the bed and retrieved two CD cards, each one held 32 gigs of data.

K: We didn’t download these onto the computer, but both of these are full and there’s another still in the camera.

Me: Jeez, each one of those can record a few hours of movies or hundreds of photos. How long were they here?

K: They left this morning, I just had time to get the place fixed up and myself cleaned up before you got home this afternoon. They took off and headed east, you might have passed them on your way home.

Shit! This totally freaked me out. I was pumping gas at a station 100 miles east of here when two black guys on Harleys pulled in. You couldn’t miss them because the one guy was about 6’3” and built like a brick house. The smaller guy gave me a look like he recognized me, but I get that a lot because I have one of those faces that people think I look like someone they know. While we were filling up our respective bikes, we did the usual biker greeting, a nod of the head, but we didn’t say anything to each other.

I took the Canon to view one of the photos on the back of the camera and sure enough, there was a photo of Mr. Brick House himself. Only with a lot, a whole lot less clothing on than when I had seen him earlier today. This was the guy that spent the last four days between my wife’s legs? In fact, when I scrolled to the next photo, that’s exactly where he was, between Kate’s legs with her heels digging into his ass and her fingers digging into his back. I had to stop scrolling because I was getting light headed. For the first time Kate was looking at me with a worried look on her face and she asked me if I was all right.

Me: I think I’m going to be fine, babe. Just give me a minute to think.

The reality of the situation was hitting me full force. Had I screwed up our marriage or our sex life? Did this fantasy of mine ruin a great relationship? At the same time my mind was running through these questions, my cock was rock hard. (Maybe that was the reason for the light-headedness, not enough blood for both heads?) Kate sensed my discomfort, and bless her, she sat on my lap, eased herself down on my cock. Thank goodness for kagels, because she was still tight. She kissed me while squeezing my cock with the walls of her vagina.

K: I love only you. I had a ball with Clarence and Matthew, but I’m so glad you’re home. We can erase the pictures from the cards if you like. I only did those for you, because you weren’t here to join in.

That was enough for me, we were going to be OK. I decided I’d download the photos to my PC tomorrow and watch them on the TV. But for now, we made love and she slept in my arms.

[harv]

Is this really all there is? No more story?

[bill+kate]

No, there was more to the story. I quit writing because there didn't seem to be any interest after our last post. Kate was disappointed and said maybe no one cared about "a 50 year old hotwife getting laid" (her words).

[Softclay]

..........there are many of us who love the story of an older Hotwife. I will apologize for MY lack of encouragement. It is my hope that your adventures have continued and others will encourage you to share your story. Thank you.

[harv]

Yes. More please.

[Stargeezer]

Kate was disappointed and said maybe no one cared about "a 50 year old hotwife getting laid" (her words).

Well, for those of us in our "60's", we definitely enjoy hearing what you "kids" are up to !!

Regards,

Stargeezer

[hardwettalk]

Yes Yes More..........................Please.

[bill+kate]

Thanks for the words of encouragement. It's been a few months since the rest of the story took place, but like all great memories, they're etched on my mind and I'll do my best to relate them accurately. It will take me some time to type (I suck at typing - still use two fingers), so please be patient.

For the next week Kate and I had more sex than we’d had since our first year together. I reviewed the photos and videos, throwing out a majority of them because of bad angles or poor lighting. There were still enough good ones and I was insatiable, reclaiming Kate a couple times every day. But after the third day the novelty wore out, I put the photos and videos away and spent time making love to my wife without the outside stimulus. Twenty years of marriage hasn’t lessened my desire for Kate.

Another week had passed when Kate received a call on her cell phone and suspiciously stepped out of the living room to talk. I tried my best to listen, but too many years on a motorcycle has left me a little hard of hearing, so I waited until she was off the phone to be nosy.

Me: Care to share?

K: That was Clarence, he and Matthew are on their way home from their trip out east and he wanted to know if you made it home from your trip and if they could stop by.

At his point my cock started to harden, despite the fact we had started the morning with a quickie.

K: I told him you were home and I thought I’d take a rain check. I don’t know about you, but these last few weeks alone together have been good for me. I don’t want our relationship to be dominated or defined by me screwing other men. It took you a long time to convince me I could screw another man and you’d be OK with it, but I’m not going to press our luck or marriage.

Truth be told, I was relieved. There were times when watching the videos that I was feeling jealous, which is one of the reasons I stopped viewing them. A small part of me wanted to watch Kate live; another part of me was hoping she would return to her pre-hotwife self.

Some of you that have experienced having a hotwife can probably relate. One of the reasons I read this Forum is to understand my internal conflicts. Some men enjoy that their wife has a boyfriend(s) or revel if their wife is going out every week. Others are like me, we can’t give up the fantasy, but we’re not ready to live the lifestyle full time.

But the fantasy is always there, stuck in a corner of my brain and like other addictions, it can’t be ignored. So, after another month had passed I asked Kate if she’d like to get on the bike and take a ride into the city. And that’s the next part of this story.

[sdbuffalo]

Thanks for completing the story. Very enjoyable to read.

And, if another 'adventure' occurs, please share.

Thank you.

[rs480]

EDIT: While I was typing/editing, you posted again! Thank you!
I haven't even read your post! If I may, I'll let my post stand and I will heartily thank Clay (softclay) for getting this on my radar.

Original post;
I will also personally apologize for COMPLETELY MISSING this steaming thread tucked away here in the library.
As a 50 year old husband to a completely reluctant 47 year old woman, this is the coolest ever! Capiche? Don't you dare think that a 50 year old hot little lady getting laid (TWO! guys) by someone other than her Husband (when she has the freedom and total support!) is something we DON'T want to hear about!
The "reality of the situation was hitting me full force" paragraph stopped me in my tracks and made me think for a bit. The mere suggestion of hotwifery changed it up for me.
I just read the rest of that paragraph, the next line and all I thought was "Awwwww! That was the sweetest ever!" Yes, bless her soul.

What I am so impressed about is Kate spending those days hanging out with and fucking those guys. And yet a "reluctant" HotWife? What held you back before Kate? If I may be so bold as to ask...... Serious question if I may.
With any sort of luck, guilt didn't rack your brain did it Kate? I sure hope not. It shouldn't have. :-)
A "right time, right situation" kind of thing perhaps.

You rode HARD that last day towards home Bill! And then some more once home. :-)
Big babble stopped.
rs

[alan137]

Hi- just found this thread and your story is exciting.

My wife has two regular lovers so I'm one of those who love living the lifestyle full time.

I wish you all the best in your adventures and look forward to hearing more from you.

Thanks for posting.

Alan