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A friend of a friend
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A friend of a friend As with life, there are always ebbs and flows. I had currently been in an ebb for about a year after my week with Jen. Dealing with the responsibilities of being a new parent, a life in turmoil was my existence. Work was demanding but satisfying as it gave me a respite from the diaper changing, crazy hour feedings and being anchored at home. The beast within me was shaking at the cage again. I can only describe it as sort of a switch. One day I am a doting husband and father, concerned only with life's day to day speedbumps and the next minute, I am consumed by the raging desire for raw passion, the type my wife was not programmed to provide. I tried to suppress it with exercise, hobbies and other such pastimes, but the temptation to stray always moved my distractions out of the way to take center stage. It was only a matter of time. One day my wife informed me that she was taking our baby to her mother's house for the weekend to be with her sisters and their . She offered me the option of joining that estrogen fest, but I politely declined. She understood and gave me the weekend off as she packed and planned for the following days ahead. My inner beast seized on that moment and my mind raced, how will I slake my desire during this brief but opportune time? As luck would have it, one of my friends was having his annual motorcycle ride and barbeque for his favorite charity. It promised to be an environment ripe for the cheater within me to find my next conquest. I hadn't ridden since the birth of our and I was eager to dust off my iron for a ride. The day was beautiful and the ride was a blast. We concluded at my friend's expansive home which had been expertly prepared for this social event. Many people drove and rode there, about 300 people showed up. Friends, friends of friends and the casual joiners for something to do on a Saturday night. I was alone, very horny and wanted to take advantage of my free weekend to find my next Mrs. Wrong. The band kicked in and the food and booze started flowing. Lots of people dressed the biker part with leather, tube tops, vests, tight t-shirts and plenty of short shorts. Most were wanna be bikers that had professional lives where this event gave them reason to dress and act the biker part. The camaraderie of the evening became tighter as the night wore on. I met so many people both young and old. There were lots of women there that were either attached or single. I had only to find the right willing partner. Once you met someone, they were your entree into meeting everyone else. I met many perspective paramours that night, some with their husbands there, some were stag to networ I was lucky to land in a pod of married girlfriends who got together to form an all-girl riding group. It was as if I had struck a vein of gold. The women in this "gang" all had that defiant streak in them. All alpha women who liked a bit of danger in their lives. It drew them together into this group. I settled in around a bonfire and we all started talking bikes, rides and what we all liked to do for fun. That's where I met Sue. She was a Pharmacist by trade who liked her adrenaline in large doses. Much to the chagrin of her husband, she enjoyed skydiving, rock climbing, mountain biking and of course motorcycling. Her bike of choice was a tricked out Harley Sportster, a vibrating beast that announced her presence with authority. The loud pipes and flashy paint told her story without words. She got up from the fire to show me her ride, something she took great pride over. I lauded her choice of bike and poured on the compliments about the customization. She loved the praise, the more the better. I got the sense that she was hungry for the attention as she wasn't the leader of her gang, that was reserved for her CEO buddy who seemed to direct all of the action in her group. Maybe she didn't get enough attention at home or work? Whatever it was, it was my leverage. She didn't live too far away and wanted to take the bike back so she wasn't too drunk to ride home. She promised to return quickly with her car as she was loving the party and the attention I was giving her. She returned in short order, this time with makeup and a tight dress to show off her diminutive yet tight body. When she arrived back, some of her friends had departed to get home before too much alcohol prevented them from making their rides. She pulled up a chair right next to me and we struck up our conversation. We spoke of our jobs, our home lives and our various life choices and direction. Sue had always wanted to be an actress, she had the looks for it and she did some regional theater in the area. Unfortunately for her, she made the choice to marry early and start concentrating on her career versus pursuing her dream. I empathized with her as I told her that I too wanted to become an actor, but there wasn't enough porn work in Connecticut. We had a big laugh over that and our conversation shifted to her adrenaline pursuits. I quizzed her on the skydiving and the rush you get. She loved it as it made her feel alive. I kept the conversation focused on her, which she seemed to relish as the center of attention. I asked what else gave her the rush she felt from skydiving and she said that pushing her bike hard also made her feel alive. "How's that?" I queried. "It's the vibration from the V-Twin motor, it's like an 800 pound vibrator" she said slyly. "That's some kind of sex toy" I retorted. She gave a low laugh and intimated that things weren't as revved up in the bedroom as they were on her bike. Her husband was an accountant who she never saw during tax season and always became deathly ill following completing all of the tax returns. He also was not the partner in adventure she had in mind long term as he was more into books than bikes. I sensed the mismatch was my opportunity. She abruptly changed the direction of the conversation as she was feeling a bit vulnerable. "Me, me, me that's all we're talking about, how about you? How long have you been in porn? " She chuckled. I laughed and I still said I was in the auditioning stage. She assured me that I should keep up the work and the break will come. She then busted out in laughter as she realized her double entendre pun. We both laughed hard about that. We'd had a fair amount to drink and our conversation stayed on topic. "Do you ever watch porn? "I asked expecting to either be slapped or surprised. "I mean, I'm a guy, that's what we do" I supplemented. She gave a low laugh, "We women watch porn, it's not just for guys you know, a 's gotta do what a 's gotta do" she replied. "When I get off that bike and I'm ready for action, my husband always finds some excuse to avoid it, I swear, I think I might have carpal tunnel syndrome" she mused. I did a spit take with my beer at the comment. Wiping the beer from my chin, I replied, "He has no clue what he's missing out on, you're like a Ferrari revving in the driveway ready to be driven hard". She clinked my beer and said, "Don't you know it". I looked at my watch and noticed the time was late. I got up with a stumble and said I think I need to go home. She immediately said, "You're in no shape to ride, let me give you a ride home" I replied with a line from a Clint Eastwood movie, "A man's got to know his limitations, you're on!" We made our way to her car as I piled in knowing full well that if it weren't for her, I'd be bunking at my buddy's house. We drove the 20 minutes to my house and I invited Sue in for a drink to thank her for ensuring my safety, she immediately accepted and took my arm as we walked in to "steady me". I didn't need any steadying. My mind racing. We made entry and I poured her a drink "Nice place, very neat" she commented. I gave her an eyeroll and blamed my wife the workaholic neat freak She chuckled and replied, "you have one of those too" as we clinked yet again. We were well oiled at that point when she asked if I had any of my "audition tapes" we could watch. I said, "Not any handy unless you to help me make one?" She slid in next to me and drunkenly replied, "Maybe we could work something out?" as she traced her finger on my chest. I took the queue and stole a kiss. Her mouth warm and willing as she had no issue with my advance. She asked coyly "What would your wife say if she knew we were doing this?" "Probably the same thing your husband would, what they don't know won't hurt them" I replied. She dove back into me as we rolled back onto the couch struggling to pull each other's clothes off as we kissed passionately. We got down to our underwear quickly. She noticed the pronounced bulge in my boxers, "Wow you weren't kidding when you said you were in porn" as she freed my member from the confines of my shorts. "Look what you did to me, I was only four inches before I met you" I replied. She laughed and stroked me, "Good thing I did 100 miles today on the bike, now I'll have an excuse for walking funny this week". I laughed, then I stripped off the remains of her camisole and her thong to reveal that shapely body. "Damn" I proclaimed, ""You ARE a Ferrari" as I squeezed her firm tits. Mmmmmmmm she moaned as her head fell bac My hand moved to her shaved pussy as I gently stroked her. "Oh yes baby, mmmmmmm, yes" she cooed. My fingers parted to rub either side of her clit as I gently massaged her pussy in a slow and deliberate clasping. She responded by rolling her hips rhythmically up and down and firming her grip, continuing to stroke me. I ran my finger up her slit to feel her heat and wetness. I slid my finger inside her and she started to jerk me harder as she felt me hit her g-spot. I lowered myself down on her and began to slowly, lightly tongue her clit, intensifying the pressure on her g-spot, firmly rubbing. Her hips began to buck as I sucked her clit between my lips and hummed. She cried out as she thrust harder and harder into my face. I thrashed my tongue against her clit and sped up my g-spot pressure. She came hard for me as she shook as her pussy spasmed moaning out my name. I was so hard for her, I skipped the obligatory oral jumpstart and spread he legs wide to accept my throbbing cock I rubbed the underside up and down as she lifted her hips to meet me. She reached down to caress my balls as I rubbed her soaked pussy with the head of my dick Slowly I eased inside her, pumping my swollen head into her lusty pussy. She moved to fuck me back as I made further entry inside her. She let her head fall back and moaned low, offering me her neck. I kissed and nuzzled her while thrusting ever deeper. She reached down and grabbed my shaft and dictated the pace of entry. I felt her relax and pushed a little further, withdrawing slowly to slide back inside. She cried out each time I thrust inside her. Soon I was almost fully in and started to develop my rhythm, in and out faster and more deliberate, raising with each thrust to engage her clit. Her moans became deeper and louder with each thrust. She had me so turned on, I didn't know how much longer I could last. Her legs locked behind mine as she pulled herself onto me, raising up to meet my every thrust. In one move, she pushed off the couch and we slid to the floor with her on top. She started riding me, up and down, grinding hard. "Jesus Sue, I'm close" I stammered. ""Me too" she huffed bac She was taking me balls deep with every thrust now. I was so hard it almost hurt. She sat up, fondling her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers as she thrust down onto me. Her pounding accentuated by the hard floor. "You can cum inside me, I'm on birth control" she whispered as her head fell back as she arched her back, head back looking up at the ceiling. "OH GOD, I'M GONNNA CUM!" I let out as I gasped at her relentless fucking. "Do it, Cum Baby, Cum for me!!" She exclaimed. I Let out a howl as I exploded inside her. All at once, she started to shake and shudder as she crashed down onto my chest and held on tight. Her pussy so tight, grinding on me, throbbing and milking every last drop of my cum from me. My legs stiffened and shook as I came, my balls tightened as I shot my hot load inside her. Our voices were a chorus of ecstatic delight as we coasted down from out tremendous orgasmic high back down to earth. We laid in our tight clasp for several minutes until she rolled off me. She started to leak and clasped her hand over her pussy. "You better get a towel, you made such a mess" she quipped. "Don't you mean WE made such a mess?" I replied. "Touche, now get a towel before I leave a cum puddle for your wife to find" She laughed. We got cleaned up and made plans for a ride the following weekend. That next few months we escaped several times on our bikes to no-tell motels around the state until the colder weather killed our convenient excuses to get out on our bikes. It wasn't too long after that when things waned due to our inability to break away from our busy lives. I guess the end of affairs just happen that way when one or the other loses their nerve or life just throws the wet blanket over our flame. |
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