Of Motorcycles and Kate, part 2
Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 4:44 pm
If you read the first part of this story, titled “Of Motorcycles and Kate” in this Library, I related how Kate had her second hotwife experience. The following might make more sense if you read that first.
I stopped writing the story because Kate asked me to; we had a big scare when Kate thought one of her daughter’s close friends knew what we were up to; that’s a long story and I won’t bore you with it here, but Kate (not her real name) is a very private person, which is why she has never let me post photos in the “Hotties” section. But the scare turned out to be a false alarm and Kate told me I could finish the story. It’s our way of giving back to all the great contributors on this site, I think it’s their posts that helped give Kate the courage to become a hotwife.
To those who asked for the rest of our adventure, thanks for your patience. So here goes……
I asked Kate if she’d like to have Clarence join us on a long weekend ride, we could head into the city, pick up Clarence, then make our way to the coast for a few days. Kate wondered aloud why just Clarence, what about Matthew?
I had given this some thought and had two reasons for excluding Matthew. First; three on one was a bit much, the last thing I wanted was to feel left out and fighting for my turn with my own wife. Second; Matthew still seemed a bit too much “into” Kate, kind of how he was when I first showed up twenty-plus years ago. I had seen enough in the photos and videos to convince me he hadn’t changed; he still wanted Kate for himself and I wasn’t about to play his game.
Kate agreed with my logic and said she would give Clarence a call; if he was up for the weekend and could get away without tipping off Matthew, we’d ride through and pick him up on Friday. I told Kate to make it clear that if Matthew was there Friday, we would keep on riding and Clarence would lose out.
Clarence was smart enough, and obviously anxious to have another go with Kate; so when we dropped by his house Friday morning he was alone – no Matthew. Kate jumped off the back of my bike, walked up to Clarence and gave him a lip locking kiss. She turned around to see my reaction, which was me staring and maybe with my mouth open a bit, and then gave me a smile.
“I figured I better get that out of the way, because if Clarence is coming with us this weekend, you’re going to see a lot more of that and a lot more than that.”
I didn’t say anything for a few seconds and could tell both Kate and Clarence were almost holding their breaths waiting to see what I would do next. I went up to Kate, gave her a big kiss, introduced myself to Clarence with a handshake and said, “Let’s ride.”
Clarence said it was tough leaving his friend behind; for that I could respect him; but he confirmed my suspicions, Matthew still had a thing for Kate beyond “friend with benefits”.
(Excuse me if I pause from the story and if I repeat myself here, but that’s the thing about Kate; she is one wonderful woman. She’s bright, beautiful, has a great body and lets me be a real man (you know, somebody who screws up now and then). So naturally, most of my friends have wondered if I sold my soul to be so lucky. Throughout our time together Kate has had a number of men, including some asshole bosses, try unsuccessfully to take advantage of her good natured-ness.)
It was time to get on the road so we could hit the ocean before it got too late. I had rented a cabin on the shore near a great nude beach; if the weather held out, we were set for four days of riding and sunning.
Kate climbed back on my bike and she was looking hot. Under her leather jacket she wore a leather vest that squeezed her breasts so they looked like they’d pop out at any moment. The vest was short enough that her belly button was showing. Kate’s is pierced and the stud (a diamond on one end, a sapphire on the other) I had made for her shines in the sunlight whenever she takes her coat off. Tight blue jeans and black motorcycle boots complete her riding outfit. This fifty year old woman can pull it off!
We took a long route to the ocean, we’d stop at a great pub along the way and it gave us a chance to hit some nice twisties. Clarence turned out to be a good rider, keeping his distance, letting his Fat Boy lean into the corners with a decent amount of speed.
Our first stop was the pub for lunch. As we entered I realized that it would be the first of many times this weekend that we three would be the object of stares; two guys, one a 6’3” mountain of a black man, with one beautiful woman. We sat at a booth, Kate on my side of the table, and I spent the next half hour finding out why Kate enjoyed Clarence’s company. The guy showed a great deal of respect toward both Kate and me and had a great sense of humor. Turned out Clarence had spent his late teens in the Navy then his twenties, thirties and forties in the fire department. He came through all this with a love of country, two great kids, four grandchildren and wonderful memories of his wife of twenty-five years who died of cancer way too young.
Before things got too melancholy, we finished our beers (Kate and I limit ourselves to one beer with a meal when riding, and as it turns out so did Clarence – too many emergency calls scraping drunk bikers off the pavement when he worked as an EMT.) and headed to the cabin.
Checked in, more stares as we checked in, and pulled our things out of the saddlebags. As we opened the door to the cabin, Kate turned to me, gave me a kiss and said, “Thank you.”
Before the door closed behind Clarence, Kate said, “I’m taking a shower to rinse the road off,” and started to strip, “one of you should join me so I can get my back scrubbed properly.” Clarence looked at me with a hopeful look in his eyes. “Go ahead,” I said, “it’s been a while since she’s had a chance to be with you.”
Clarence walked into the bathroom, I stripped and sat in a chair, and thirty seconds later I heard the water running and Kate laughing. Well, this was it, the real thing, not just some disconnected voices over the telephone line or those videos, the first time in three years watching my beautiful wife with another man. My cock was standing straight up, I was trying my best not to touch it as I listened to their laughter and especially their silence. I decided to give them a few moments of privacy, so I resisted the urge to look into the bathroom, but the silence, that’s what really had me going. Was the silence because they were kissing or was Kate on her knees sucking him off? I did resist, but just before I was ready to give in they came back into the bedroom with Kate wrapped around Clarence’s waist. It happened so fast, I tried to see everything at once; their lips kissing, her long legs as they crossed behind his back, and where was his cock?
The last question was answered as he dropped her on the bed. He raised his hips and I saw that long black cock slowly (time slowing down?) pull out of my wife. He kept pulling out until the head popped out, but kept contact with Kate’s labia, then plunged the entire thing back into her. Kate let out a half-groan, half moan, her heels were pushing on his ass so he obviously wasn’t hurting her, she was loving this. “That feels so fucking good,” she said; then looked over at me. She looked into my eyes, down to my stiff cock, back to my eyes and just smiled before turning her head back to Clarence’s lips. I still refrained from playing with my cock, I was waiting to take my turn and it didn’t appear I would have to wait long.
Kate was coming after a few minutes and the pleasure must have been too much for Clarence. He started pumping into Kate harder and faster until his butt cheeks clenched, signaling his orgasm.
Every guy wants to be a stud and be able to fuck a half hour without coming, but when it’s been a while (Clarence told Kate on the phone he hadn’t been with a woman since that weekend with her) and when a woman is orgasming around your cock, it’s nearly impossible not to come. I nearly came watching Kate because she kept digging her heels in so that her cunt was milking Clarence’s come, trying to empty his balls.
They stayed like that for another five minutes or so, smiling at each other and exchanging kisses. I was just about ready to say something, I admit to feelings of jealousy creeping in a bit, when they broke apart and Clarence’s cock, still pretty long given it was flaccid, slid out of Kate with a string of their combined come.
I went to take my place in between my wife’s legs when Kate surprised the hell out of me by saying, “Let’s hit the beach before the sun goes down.”
WTF???
I think Kate saw the look of terror in my eyes and quickly calmed me down. “Don’t worry love, you’re next. I just need a little time to enjoy what just happened. Plus, I know I’m being awful, but I’m enjoying putting the tease on for a little bit. I promise I won’t let it go too long, but I want to see you try and maintain your respectability (which means no hard-on) while we go down to the nude beach.”
With that Kate got up, put on her bikini bottom with a tank top and told us to hurry up. As Clarence and I were pulling on our shorts Kate reached into her bag, pulled out her anklet and gave me one more dirty smile as she fastened it around her ankle. Kate rarely teases me, but she was making up for it that day.
I stopped writing the story because Kate asked me to; we had a big scare when Kate thought one of her daughter’s close friends knew what we were up to; that’s a long story and I won’t bore you with it here, but Kate (not her real name) is a very private person, which is why she has never let me post photos in the “Hotties” section. But the scare turned out to be a false alarm and Kate told me I could finish the story. It’s our way of giving back to all the great contributors on this site, I think it’s their posts that helped give Kate the courage to become a hotwife.
To those who asked for the rest of our adventure, thanks for your patience. So here goes……
I asked Kate if she’d like to have Clarence join us on a long weekend ride, we could head into the city, pick up Clarence, then make our way to the coast for a few days. Kate wondered aloud why just Clarence, what about Matthew?
I had given this some thought and had two reasons for excluding Matthew. First; three on one was a bit much, the last thing I wanted was to feel left out and fighting for my turn with my own wife. Second; Matthew still seemed a bit too much “into” Kate, kind of how he was when I first showed up twenty-plus years ago. I had seen enough in the photos and videos to convince me he hadn’t changed; he still wanted Kate for himself and I wasn’t about to play his game.
Kate agreed with my logic and said she would give Clarence a call; if he was up for the weekend and could get away without tipping off Matthew, we’d ride through and pick him up on Friday. I told Kate to make it clear that if Matthew was there Friday, we would keep on riding and Clarence would lose out.
Clarence was smart enough, and obviously anxious to have another go with Kate; so when we dropped by his house Friday morning he was alone – no Matthew. Kate jumped off the back of my bike, walked up to Clarence and gave him a lip locking kiss. She turned around to see my reaction, which was me staring and maybe with my mouth open a bit, and then gave me a smile.
“I figured I better get that out of the way, because if Clarence is coming with us this weekend, you’re going to see a lot more of that and a lot more than that.”
I didn’t say anything for a few seconds and could tell both Kate and Clarence were almost holding their breaths waiting to see what I would do next. I went up to Kate, gave her a big kiss, introduced myself to Clarence with a handshake and said, “Let’s ride.”
Clarence said it was tough leaving his friend behind; for that I could respect him; but he confirmed my suspicions, Matthew still had a thing for Kate beyond “friend with benefits”.
(Excuse me if I pause from the story and if I repeat myself here, but that’s the thing about Kate; she is one wonderful woman. She’s bright, beautiful, has a great body and lets me be a real man (you know, somebody who screws up now and then). So naturally, most of my friends have wondered if I sold my soul to be so lucky. Throughout our time together Kate has had a number of men, including some asshole bosses, try unsuccessfully to take advantage of her good natured-ness.)
It was time to get on the road so we could hit the ocean before it got too late. I had rented a cabin on the shore near a great nude beach; if the weather held out, we were set for four days of riding and sunning.
Kate climbed back on my bike and she was looking hot. Under her leather jacket she wore a leather vest that squeezed her breasts so they looked like they’d pop out at any moment. The vest was short enough that her belly button was showing. Kate’s is pierced and the stud (a diamond on one end, a sapphire on the other) I had made for her shines in the sunlight whenever she takes her coat off. Tight blue jeans and black motorcycle boots complete her riding outfit. This fifty year old woman can pull it off!
We took a long route to the ocean, we’d stop at a great pub along the way and it gave us a chance to hit some nice twisties. Clarence turned out to be a good rider, keeping his distance, letting his Fat Boy lean into the corners with a decent amount of speed.
Our first stop was the pub for lunch. As we entered I realized that it would be the first of many times this weekend that we three would be the object of stares; two guys, one a 6’3” mountain of a black man, with one beautiful woman. We sat at a booth, Kate on my side of the table, and I spent the next half hour finding out why Kate enjoyed Clarence’s company. The guy showed a great deal of respect toward both Kate and me and had a great sense of humor. Turned out Clarence had spent his late teens in the Navy then his twenties, thirties and forties in the fire department. He came through all this with a love of country, two great kids, four grandchildren and wonderful memories of his wife of twenty-five years who died of cancer way too young.
Before things got too melancholy, we finished our beers (Kate and I limit ourselves to one beer with a meal when riding, and as it turns out so did Clarence – too many emergency calls scraping drunk bikers off the pavement when he worked as an EMT.) and headed to the cabin.
Checked in, more stares as we checked in, and pulled our things out of the saddlebags. As we opened the door to the cabin, Kate turned to me, gave me a kiss and said, “Thank you.”
Before the door closed behind Clarence, Kate said, “I’m taking a shower to rinse the road off,” and started to strip, “one of you should join me so I can get my back scrubbed properly.” Clarence looked at me with a hopeful look in his eyes. “Go ahead,” I said, “it’s been a while since she’s had a chance to be with you.”
Clarence walked into the bathroom, I stripped and sat in a chair, and thirty seconds later I heard the water running and Kate laughing. Well, this was it, the real thing, not just some disconnected voices over the telephone line or those videos, the first time in three years watching my beautiful wife with another man. My cock was standing straight up, I was trying my best not to touch it as I listened to their laughter and especially their silence. I decided to give them a few moments of privacy, so I resisted the urge to look into the bathroom, but the silence, that’s what really had me going. Was the silence because they were kissing or was Kate on her knees sucking him off? I did resist, but just before I was ready to give in they came back into the bedroom with Kate wrapped around Clarence’s waist. It happened so fast, I tried to see everything at once; their lips kissing, her long legs as they crossed behind his back, and where was his cock?
The last question was answered as he dropped her on the bed. He raised his hips and I saw that long black cock slowly (time slowing down?) pull out of my wife. He kept pulling out until the head popped out, but kept contact with Kate’s labia, then plunged the entire thing back into her. Kate let out a half-groan, half moan, her heels were pushing on his ass so he obviously wasn’t hurting her, she was loving this. “That feels so fucking good,” she said; then looked over at me. She looked into my eyes, down to my stiff cock, back to my eyes and just smiled before turning her head back to Clarence’s lips. I still refrained from playing with my cock, I was waiting to take my turn and it didn’t appear I would have to wait long.
Kate was coming after a few minutes and the pleasure must have been too much for Clarence. He started pumping into Kate harder and faster until his butt cheeks clenched, signaling his orgasm.
Every guy wants to be a stud and be able to fuck a half hour without coming, but when it’s been a while (Clarence told Kate on the phone he hadn’t been with a woman since that weekend with her) and when a woman is orgasming around your cock, it’s nearly impossible not to come. I nearly came watching Kate because she kept digging her heels in so that her cunt was milking Clarence’s come, trying to empty his balls.
They stayed like that for another five minutes or so, smiling at each other and exchanging kisses. I was just about ready to say something, I admit to feelings of jealousy creeping in a bit, when they broke apart and Clarence’s cock, still pretty long given it was flaccid, slid out of Kate with a string of their combined come.
I went to take my place in between my wife’s legs when Kate surprised the hell out of me by saying, “Let’s hit the beach before the sun goes down.”
WTF???
I think Kate saw the look of terror in my eyes and quickly calmed me down. “Don’t worry love, you’re next. I just need a little time to enjoy what just happened. Plus, I know I’m being awful, but I’m enjoying putting the tease on for a little bit. I promise I won’t let it go too long, but I want to see you try and maintain your respectability (which means no hard-on) while we go down to the nude beach.”
With that Kate got up, put on her bikini bottom with a tank top and told us to hurry up. As Clarence and I were pulling on our shorts Kate reached into her bag, pulled out her anklet and gave me one more dirty smile as she fastened it around her ankle. Kate rarely teases me, but she was making up for it that day.
it definitively gives extra exciting to the story