A Hotwife Rides Dirty: Series Bundle (M. L. Patterson Hotwife Collections Book 1)

Copyright © 2023 by M. L. Patterson



Contents 

Mya's First Ride Chapter 1~ 4
Mya Rides Again Chapter 1~5
Mya Takes Two Chapter 1~5
Mya Joins The Club Chapter One 1~6 
Mya, A Hotwife Reclaimed Chapter 1~4 
Epilogue










Mya's First Ride





Chapter One





Of all the seeds my husband had planted in me, this ran away with the award for “Most Likely To Fuck Up Everything.” And in ten years, he had planted a lot of seeds. I opened myself up to him every time, too, and let him plant them. His wild ideas. It kept our marriage exciting.

But this seed, I suspected, could grow into an enormous tree inhabited by hundreds of horny teenagers. Or just one extremely horny teenager. The one living inside me. The one I had done so well to keep locked in their room.

“Honey, you can’t be serious.”

His hands slid across our kitchen table and rested on top of mine.

“Yes, babe. I’m totally serious.”

“But why?”

“Do you remember that experience you had before we were together?”

“Oh my god, you love that story so much. I wish I had never told you.”

“It’s an epic story. You were such a brazen hussy in that story.”

I rolled my eyes.

“It was just casual, meaningless sex. It wasn’t love.” I shrugged my shoulders, trying not to stir up the imagery of that memory too much. “It wasn’t really what I wanted.” As I scratched my nose, I swallowed hard. A little white lie. “I have love now. I have you. I’m happy.” That is one thousand percent the truth.

“Babe, it was the most incredible sexual experience of your life. You said you had like ten orgasms. You’ve never done that with me.”

“Orgasms aren’t everything, Grant. We have a great sex life. I’m very satisfied.”

Visions of Grant’s favorite story from my life pounded on the door of my conscious mind, trying to invade and force me to look at them. The stranger I hooked up with. In a crowded bar. And then the back seat of his car. Then the hood of his car. And a hotel room. Memories of the sound of my own moaning and screaming in pleasure. Intricate, ungodly tattoos on his hard body. My fingernails digging into his back. His cock driving into...

A warm tingling built between my legs.

Oh god, this is the last thing I need.

I sighed.

“Mya, I know you. You’ve been a very good, very well-behaved wife our entire marriage. Loyal, faithful. You’ve done it by sheer willpower, and I appreciate it. I know how much you love me, and I love you. I just think this is our life, you know? It’s our relationship. And it doesn’t matter what your parents think or my parents think or anybody thinks. It’s us, and our marriage is secure. Our love is secure. And I just don’t see the point of keeping you in a cage forever when I know what’s inside you.”

“I think I’m happy having just you inside of me.” I winked and forced a pained smile. His words were rattling the cage of a sleeping dragon.

“We could make a rule if it would make you feel better. You only ever sleep with any of them once. That way, you don’t get attached. But you have the freedom to have fun, have experiences, let that wild sex goddess inside you loose.”

“Any of them? How about we stick with the rule that I only ever sleep with my husband? You’re talking like I’m going to have sex with a bunch of people. Who would I even do this with?”

His eyes lit up.

I sat up straight and waved my finger at him. “And I’m not saying I am considering doing this!”

He smirked and pulled out his phone, scrolled through some pictures, stopped at one, and slid it across the table at me.

Oh my god. No. Hell fucking no.

“Honey, not him.”

“Why not? I mean, look at this guy!” He gestured to the phone with his open palm like he was selling me an insurance policy and wanted me to notice all the great benefits.

“Oh, I see him. Honey, that guy is bad news.”

“What? Cause of the tattoos? Don’t judge a book by his cover, Mya. Maybe he’s a saint.”

“No, he’s not. He’s the Biker God.”

Grant raised an eyebrow and grinned.

“The Biker God, you say. Do tell me more.”

I shook my head, gasping as I chuckled.

“You’re impossible. The Biker God is the guy all my girlfriends talk about when we go out together. They ogle him. They fantasize about him. They won’t shut up about him. And they keep dragging me back to this same dingy bar just so they can all stalk him.”

“And what do you think about him?”

“I mean, he’s ok.” My voice cracked.

Such an understatement.

The Biker God - the most frequent visitor to my masturbatory dreams. At least six foot five. Cut like a marble statue. Arms as big as my thighs. Tattoos covering his arms and neck. Who knew where else he had them. Tousled, dark hair and a beard that all my girlfriends wanted to run their fingers through.

Ok, ok, I did, too. But I wasn’t going to. I was married. Looking, but not touching.

He usually wore a denim vest with frayed sleeves that had a big orange and black patch on the back. I assumed he was in some sort of biker club. And he always had one or two insanely hot women with him.

“Have you seen the women he rotates like socks? I can’t compete with that.”

Grant’s mouth dropped open.

“Babe, you could crush any competition. You have an incredible body.” He held up a hand and started counting off on his fingers. “A beautiful face. Those gorgeous eyes. That long, luxurious hair. An ass that could bring any man to his knees. And your boobs...”

I chuckled. I admit I knew I had nice boobs.

He continued. “I mean, I honestly feel like, with boobs like yours, I’m kind of being selfish to keep them all to myself.”

I swatted his hand away, feigning offense. “Ok, Grant Truelove! That’s enough!” I sat back, shaking my head again. “You’re just saying all of this because you’re my husband. And for whatever reason, you like this crazy idea of yours.”

His eyes widened, and he shook his head back at me. “Not just like.” He stood up, pushing his chair back. His pants bulged with a tent, and at the tip, a wet spot.

My hand lifted to cover my parting lips. “Wow, you’re excited.”

He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down, freeing his cock.

His rock-hard cock.

The skin appeared stretched to its fullest capacity, and the head had swollen up like a purplish red apricot. Something I hadn’t seen on him since before we were married. Not like this. It brought back memories of the wild sex we had when we were dating. How hard he would get. How ravenous he was. The head of his cock glistened with a spattering of pre-cum that had been leaking, I assumed, during our conversation, with fresh flow beading at the opening.

I grinned and winked at him. “Think you might like to put that to good use?”

“Get up,” he said. His eyes burned as a wicked grin spread across his face. Another flashback. I hadn’t seen him like this in a long time. Where had this Grant been?

I hopped up from my chair, my heart skipping a beat. “Ok, Tiger, whatever you say.”

He took me by the hand, led me to the kitchen counter, and bent me over. My skirt and panties scratched my thighs as he ripped them down.

“Oooo, someone is feeling feisty!” I teased.

His fingers slid between my lips.

“And someone is so wet!”

Oh, shit.

My face flushed. My body always gives me away. I felt a smack on my ass and a sharp stinging sensation.

“Someone likes this idea of fucking around on their husband!”

I opened my mouth to protest, but his cock plunged into me and dislodged the words from my lips.

“Oh, god!” I gasped.

He grabbed my hips and began pounding me from behind, again reminding me of a younger version of Grant. A younger version of us. That insatiable version that couldn’t stop fucking each other.

“Tell me you don’t want to fuck the Biker God!” he growled.

Another spanking!

My pussy clenched up around his cock, and heat flooded my abdomen. My body tensed. I was going to cum hard and quick.

But he pulled out. My head collapsed on the counter, and I whimpered. “What the fuck?”

Grant patted my ass. “Sorry, babe. Can’t do it. I gotta go to work. You know I have no energy after I cum. I can’t be lethargic all day.”

I straightened up, turned my head towards him, and narrowed my eyes. You motherfucker.

“Maybe next time, you’ll loosen your tongue and confess the truth.” He smirked as he pulled his erection back into his pants and buckled his belt.

Tease.

I turned fully towards him, rotating around on my heels, my skirt and panties still at my ankles. I felt ridiculous, but playful. This little tit for tat with him was starting to feel fun. “Maybe there’s nothing to confess, babe. Did you think about that?”

“Your pussy disagrees, Mya. My cock is soaked with the evidence.”

“What if...”

He kissed my open mouth, silencing my protest, leaving me with only the touch of his familiar lips and the throbbing of my aching pussy.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too.”

As the door shut behind him, I ran my fingers across the soft skin of the outer lips of my vagina, still bare. I stepped out of my skirt and panties and stood bottomless in my kitchen. It felt decadent. Shivers ran up my spine.

God, I want to fuck. Maybe I’ll go play with myself in the shower.

And think about Biker God.

Just to get it out of my system.





Chapter Two





I cleared my throat, trying to relieve the dryness in my mouth, as I pulled up in front of the Slow Ride Bar and Grill. I suspected the worst of probable reasons why Grant might want me to meet him here after work. And why he would ask me to wear the red dress I had bought for his birthday dinner last year. Its plunging neckline showed an ample amount of my cleavage and the fit hugged my curves. Especially my ass. I felt naked walking into a biker bar in that dress.

As usual, a mix of motorcycles and trucks filled the parking lot. My compact stood out like a sore thumb as did Grant’s sedan. My girlfriends and I liked to come here regularly for the hot wings. And ok, the hot guys. No harm in looking, right?

As I walked into the bar, my skin prickled. I caught heads turning out of the corner of my eye. I’d been here so many times before, but not in this dress. And not walking in alone like a piece of meat ready to be devoured by a pack of wild animals.

Grant sat in a booth, beaming from ear to ear.

“You look amazing, babe.”

“Thanks.” I slid into the seat opposite him. “Now, what are you up to?”

He laughed. “You’ll see.”

The knot in my stomach tightened.

“Babe?” My brow wrinkled.

I looked around. Black leather jackets, denim jeans, and tiny miniskirts filled the bar. Girls leaned over pool tables with their butt cheeks hanging out. Or their breasts. Or both. Some threw darts at the dartboards on the wall. Others sat at the bar staring up at the tv screens hanging over it. Some threw back drinks, laughed out loud or yelled at the bartender. Something about this place usually comforted me. It’s gritty vibe. Friends in low places. That kind of thing. And usually I was here with friends dressed in a much less revealing outfit. But tonight, my husband had me pinned down in a much more precarious position.

I felt exposed. Naked. A bit scared. A bit excited by all the eyes on me. Feeling their animal stares. I didn’t like that I liked it.

Grant’s eyes and posture softened as he took my hands into his. “Listen to me, Mya. Please, try to relax and have an open mind. Your body wants this. I know you want to say it doesn’t, but you know deep down it does. I know it does. And if you give it a chance, maybe this could be a wild adventure for us. Together.”

“Grant, I don’t know.”

“If it doesn’t, we’ll just go back to being the same Grant and Mya we’ve always been.”

A sigh barely escaped my mouth before a huge, warm body slid into the booth next to me.

His body.

My pulse quickened. Oh my god.

Biker God slid his arm across the back of the booth behind me. “Mind if I join you two?” He chuckled.

It wasn’t a question. He had already joined. Perhaps that fact amused him.

I looked up at him, trying to muster some performance to portray annoyance. Something to counter the raging fire that had broken out below my waist. “I’m sorry, do we know you?”

He looked directly into my eyes. Burned into them with his roguish, deep blues.

Did he blink? Am I breathing?

“Not yet, gorgeous, but the night is still young.” His eyes dropped to my lips, then re-engaged his intense eye fuck with me.

“Name’s Damian but everybody here calls me Axle. What’s yours?”

Damian? Axle? Either made me want to spread my legs right there in the booth, but of course, he had both for good measure. Great.

“I...” I stuttered. Then looked away from his eyes. Searching for a safe place to put them, but I found none. He surrounded me with his massive, muscular manhood. On his arm, right next to my head, I had an up-close look at a particular tattoo that intrigued me. My girlfriends and I talked about it many times. Wondering what it was about. Surely, there was a story behind this prominent tattoo of a naked woman sitting on a bike. Her legs straddled it, and her face showed every sign that the bike was giving her the ride of her life. The entire tattoo was in dark blue ink except for her shoes. Red stilettos. There was something about those shoes. There had to be.

My husband broke in. “This is my wife Mya, and I’m Grant.”

Damian took his eyes off me to look across the table at my husband. “What brings you two into Slow Ride?”

Why does that question sound like you already know the answer?

“I believe I’ve seen Mya in here before.” He turned back to eye fuck me some more.

My pussy responded by throbbing. Just fucking great.

“What brings you to the Slow Ride, Mya?”

Get it together, girl.

“I like the hot...”

Words. Where did my words go?

All I could do was look into his eyes and feel the dampness in my panties. Finally, my mouth rescued me. “Hot wings. I like the hot wings.”

He nodded with a grin. “Oh, yeah. Those are great. Carl makes them up from scratch.”

“They’re delicious.” Is it obvious I’m not talking about the wings? And am I panting? I feel like I am panting.

“Things are a lot better since Carl joined. The last guy tried to steal from me.”

Wait, does he own this place?

My eyes widened. He laughed.

“You surprised a guy like me owns a place like this?”

Shit. Am I that easy for this guy to read?

“No, I just can’t believe someone would try to steal from you. I mean, I wouldn’t.” Good recovery.

“It’s ok. We taught that guy some manners. He knows better now.”

My stomach quivered as I imagined what Damian did to the thief. And what Damian could do to me. I felt more moisture pooling in my panties. What the fuck is wrong with me?

My husband broke in, “Well, babe, I’ve got to run. You two have fun, ok?”

My neck snapped, I swiveled my head so hard towards him. “You’ve got to run?” My eyes pleaded with him.

Grant chuckled. “Have fun, babe. And keep your phone handy. I’ll text you.”

Before I could protest, he slipped out faster than a former employee turned thief. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t. Damian’s perfect body formed a blockade, trapping me in the booth.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked.

The eyes again.

I thought for a minute, biting my lip. If I said yes, he would get up, and I would have my chance to escape, so I nodded.

But he didn’t get up.

Or take his paralyzing laser gaze off of me. He just snapped his fingers, and a waitress appeared.

That was fast. Was she just waiting nearby for him to do that?

She smiled like she was in on some secret with him.

“What’ll it be, boss?”

“Get this lady a Titty Show. And I’ll have my usual.”

I looked at her, half worried she was about to pull her breasts out. When she didn’t, I contemplated the other implications of his order. My nipples poked at the insides of my bra as if responding to it. Like they wanted to come out and give him a show.

We drank. I don’t even know what we talked about. My body’s ravenous want for him overrode all reason. The alcohol didn’t help. He introduced me to several other equally lewd sounding drinks.

A “Blow Job”.

A “Puckered Nipple”.

And my favorite was “Cum in a Hot Tub”.

I drank them all. Not the cum. Or the hot tub. The drinks. I drank the fucking drinks. And thought about drinking his cum. Dammit, Mya, you’re in deep shit.

“Well, gorgeous, what do you say we go for a ride?”

A ride? I had never been on a motorcycle before. My mother always told me never to get on the back of a bike with a boy. Boys on bikes were dangerous. Bad news. And at that point, I was ready to go anywhere with him and do anything with him. I was ready to find out what the warnings were all about.

“Sure! Why the fuck not?” Was I yelling?

He laughed. “That’s the spirit. You can be my back warmer.”

“Back warmer?” I winked and poked him. “What’s that?” God, I’m so drunk.

“You’ll see,” he grinned like a fiend. It made my chest flutter.

I followed him, stumbling, out to the parking lot and up to the most beautiful bike I had ever seen. It was big like him, and it had those high handlebars that went up as high as your head and curved over into the handles. The kind I remembered seeing in biker movies. Not that I watched them all the time or masturbated thinking about them.

“Climb on,” he said.

I had to hike the skirt of my dress up. Way up. But I didn’t care at that point. The whole parking lot could see my panties. The thought sent a zing straight to my clit.

Blame it on the alcohol.

He started his bike, and that’s when I learned how inadequate all my vibrators were.

Holy shit.

I wrapped my arms around him as best I could, holding on for dear life. Because I was drunk. And because I feared I might cum just from this bike engine’s assault on my pussy with its tantalizing tremors.

God knows where he took me. I didn’t ask. I didn’t really care. All I knew was I wanted him to fuck me. Take me. Do whatever he wanted to do to me.

We pulled up into a hotel parking lot.

“We’re here,” he said after cutting off the engine.

Through my drunken fog, I squinted at a car parked nearby.

“Is that Grant’s car?” I mumbled.

Damian either didn’t hear me or ignored me. Or maybe I hadn’t spoken out loud. I wasn’t sure. He got off and picked me up off the bike, carrying me over his shoulders, my panties exposed for everyone to see. Again.

Fuck it. Let them look.

For a moment, I thought of Grant. Wondering if he was there. Hoping he was right about our marriage. That it was secure. That all his reassurances would prove true. And that maybe we were starting a wild adventure that would restore the spice in our marriage.

Because I knew one thing for sure.

I was going to fuck the Biker God.





Chapter Three





Damian threw my body down on the bed. The tiny purse I had sandwiched between his body and mine while on the bike now spilled its contents onto the bed next to me.

Oh shit, my phone. Grant said he would text.

And he had. One text. “Relax, babe. Enjoy yourself. Be free. I won’t be far. I love you.”

Aww, so sweet. I love you, too, babe.

My hand pushed my phone and purse off the side of the bed onto the floor, and I laid there like a lamb ready to be slaughtered. After that ride on his bike, my pussy throbbed beyond description. If it could have talked, it would have screamed at Damian, begging him to fuck it. He took his vest, folding it almost in an almost ritualistic fashion, and set it aside. I didn’t see where. Then he peeled his tight t-shirt off and revealed the most incredible canvas of tattoo art across his majestic body. Skulls and bikes and symbols. A dragon. An anchor. And no women save the one on his arm with the red stilettos. Odd, I thought. With all the women I had seen him bring into that bar, I figured his body would be littered with them.

He came to the bed and straddled me. His hands gripped the top of my dress and ripped it wide open. It took my breath. A part of me wanted to protest. This was a gift for my husband. But another part of me felt something different. Something only drunkenness allowed me to admit to myself. It felt liberating. Damian was taking the clothes of a good wife and tearing them apart. He was opening the door to a dark dimension of my inner being and revealing a very bad wife.

Just for tonight.

A flush of warmth flooded my pussy and rippled up through my chest.

Grant, you wanted this.

I looked up at the Biker God and whispered something I never thought I would say to anyone other than my husband.

“Fuck me.”

He attacked my neck first with his mouth, taking the back of it with his hand. It reminded me of the vampire movies I had seen. I wanted him to bite me, to infect me with his darkness, to change me. And to set me free.

My skin vibrated under the touch of his lips, and I gasped for breath. “Yes!”

He took my wrists in his hands and pinned them over my head against the pillows, then cuffed them together in the grasp of one hand. One big hand. Then he returned his mouth to my neck. Sucking, licking, biting. Little did he know he was all over my most potent erogenous zone. Or maybe he knew? But how?

With his other hand, he reached under my body and unfastened my bra.

My eyes popped open for a second. A moment of guilt, perhaps? This was happening. I had a flash of my wedding day. My vows. Standing in front of friends, family, God if he existed. I remembered my promise to “forsake all others”. But then I saw Grant sitting across the kitchen table from me. His eyes so reassuring. He was right. This was our relationship. Nobody else’s. It didn’t matter what they thought. This was our adventure together.

I exhaled. And surrendered to what my body wanted. I surrendered to the Biker God.

Somehow, I had missed the removal of my bra and panties. My wrists were still bound over my head in his grip. How did he do that? But, I didn’t care. Being naked under this monster of a man felt so delicious, so decadent, so wrong, and oh so right.

His lips encircled my nipple while his free hand grasped the underside of my breast and pushed it up into his mouth. He devoured it like a hungry animal, licking and sucking every inch of it, like a predator marking his territory.

I felt claimed. Of course, for the rest of my life, I belonged to Grant, but tonight, I belonged to Damian, the Biker God.

I wailed, “Yes, take me!”

My body writhed, and I moaned under his worship of my tits. He grabbed them like he owned them and covered them with his hungry mouth and tongue. I fucking loved my tits. They were fabulous, and I loved having them sucked. Grant loved them, and now Damian.

Oh, god, Damian.

I felt sure they would be covered with bruises in the morning. And I wanted them to be. Proof of what I had done.

Damian released my wrists and placed a hand on each of my knees, pressing them apart. He spread me wide open. I took the forceful gesture as a warning... or a promise... of where he was going next, and I moaned my approval.

“Mmmm, yes, take that pussy.”

“This married pussy?”

My face flushed at his words. He reminded me of the sin I was committing. Adultery. Sure, Grant had approved, but so many would not. My family would be horrified. And while all my girlfriends had lusted after this man, I felt sure none of them would have acted on it.

Only me.

I’m such a slut.

But I felt no shame. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was Grant’s many reassurances. Or maybe it was just the truth. Truth I was finally facing.

“Yesss, this married pussy,” I hissed.

He chuckled and then groaned, his lips vibrating against the skin of my abdomen as he traveled down from my tits towards my throbbing clit.

I brought my hands down to my tits and cupped them, feeling the aftershock in my skin. They still tingled from his feast on them.

My body tensed as his mouth found the space between my thighs and my pussy lips. His tongue licked it, teasing me, tormenting me. He moved to the other side, doing the same.

“Oh god, please, eat me!” I begged. His hands pressed a bit more against my knees, spreading me even wider.

I felt like such a whore. Electric. Devilish. Free.

His tongue slipped in between my folds, and I could feel my wetness gushing out of me.

“Look at this sloppy, wet, married pussy,” he chided. His hand pulled my knee over to his other hand, closing my legs and tilting my body to the side, my ass exposed.

Smack!

A burning sensation formed on my ass.

Oh god, yes, spank me, Damian. I’m a bad, bad girl.

I yelped.

“You know you deserve it, little adulteress.”

I pressed my lips together and nodded, whimpering “mmm hmm”.

He spanked me again, and I gasped.

“Yes, I deserve it!”

His strong hands pushed my legs apart again, and he dove into my pussy with his tongue. He ravaged it with his mouth, going almost to my asshole with his tongue and coming back up to my clit in repetitive, sweeping, mind-blowing motions. I imagined every cell in my vaginal skin would remember him, and I suspected he wanted me to remember. His mouth. His tongue. His hunger.

After more sweeps than I could count, traveling up and down the entire length of my hole, his tongue targeted my clit and began whipping it with rapid flicks. Damian put my vibrators to shame. First with his sex toy of a bike. Now with his tongue. And while he did, his fingers slipped into my soaking wet slit.

Oh god, those fingers. They stretched my pussy open and began pumping it.

The tip of his tongue dancing on my clit.

His fingers thrusting in and then pulling out and up against my g-spot.

Over and over.

Even the deaf in this hotel had to be hearing me.

Then an unfortunate sensation emerged. I had to pee.

Oh god, right now?

I tried to ignore it. Maybe it would go away. But it got worse.

“Damian, I think I have to pee.”

He kept thrusting his fingers and lifted his lips just above my clit.

“No, you don’t. Trust me. Just let it happen.”

The urge got stronger and stronger. And strangely pleasurable.

“But I’m going to pee on your face.”

“Then do it!”

He raised himself up but continued to attack my pussy with his fingers. His eyes burned into me. Into my skin. I felt like his willing victim. He hovered like a lion over me. So vulgar. So earthy. So animal. I could do anything with him. No matter how dirty or taboo.

Fuck it.

I screamed. “Oh my fucking god!!!” I started to cum, and I peed. Or so I thought. Except, it felt different than peeing. And dear god, it went everywhere. With each pulse of my orgasm, a spray of clear fluid shot out and spattered on his beautiful bare chest.

My body drained of everything. Fluid. Tension. Stress. Whatever I held - it all released in that one gush of fluid. I didn’t know what had just happened to me, but I felt almost out of my body.

Then I saw it.

Damian took out the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. I’ve heard some women say cocks aren’t pretty. They haven’t seen Damian’s. It was big. Thick. But not scary big. I imagined I was about to get the pounding of my life, after which I would be sore for days, but not have to go to the hospital for internal perforations.

A perfect cock.

My legs were jelly in his hands. My whole body was limp. I couldn’t have stopped him if I wanted to, but I didn’t want to. I wanted him to take me. To use me. To do whatever he wanted to do to me.

He slipped it in. And I saw glints of light behind my eyelids.

My mouth opened wide, and I cried. Literal tears formed in the corners of my eyes. Not from pain. Well, maybe it was something like pain. But more like pleasure. Pleasure I had never known before. His cock filled every inch of me and stretched my pussy to its maximum width. It had slipped right in thanks to my overflowing juices and gone all the way to the back.

“Fuck!” I yelled.

He chuckled and began thrusting. His cock was the perfect length, enabling him to go balls deep into me, grinding his hip against my clit each time he did. He started slow, gripping my legs in his hands, letting me process the new level of fullness I was feeling in my pussy.

I moaned uncontrollably.

My tits felt full and heavy, and my nipples smarted from being so hard and erect.

He sped up, and the sound of him slapping into my wet hole echoed against the walls.

“Yes! Fuck me, Damian! Take that married pussy!”

I laughed to myself at the thought of others in the hotel who might hear me. The thought of them leaning up against the walls with their ears to them, listening in. Perhaps aroused. Perhaps offended. I didn’t care.

“Oh god, fuck that unfaithful pussy!”

With each thrust into me, fiery ripples of electricity exploded from my pussy out into my body like fireworks. I swore some of them hit the backs of my eyeballs. Or the back of my skull. He was fucking me out of reality. Out of this dimension. Out of my good wife restraints.

Heat pooled in my abdomen and my body tightened. My pussy clenched around his cock, and all my nerve endings burned with a sweet sting of impending climax.

“I’m going to cum!”

“Cum for me, little slut!”

I would have slapped a man for calling me that, but I loved the sound of it from Damian’s lips.

“Yes, I’m your slut!”

Oh god, did I say that out loud?

And I came. So fucking hard.

“Fuuccccck!”

My body shook, and my pussy squeezed around his cock. His cock that I felt throbbing and hard, like it was ready to blow at the same time with me. And I would swear he did. I knew what it looked like when a man came. I knew what it sounded like. He groaned. Loudly. And he gripped my legs like he might rip them out of my hip sockets.

Surely, that’s what he was doing. And the party would soon be over.

But he kept fucking me.

And my pussy circled back for another quick climb to leap off the orgasmic cliff. I closed my eyes and let them roll back in my head. The sound of him slapping into me washed over me, and the last remnants of any awareness of anything unpleasant or even neutral shattered away with his thrusts into me.

Only bliss remained.

Weightlessness.

I was floating.

And he kept fucking me.

I lost track of how many orgasms I had. More than I had ever had in my life. With each one, I felt more and more his possession. I had quit worrying whether Grant would still love me. I hoped he would. But I had quit worrying. I had quit thinking. About anything.

I was an ecstatic pile of sloppy wet starlight. If that were a thing.

And then he pulled his cock out, stepped around to the side of me, and shot cum all over my limp, blissful body. Hot threads landed on my tits. On my stomach. On my legs. I opened myself to it like it was a sweet, decadent rain on the grasslands of my soul.

I could barely move, but I waved at him to bring it to my mouth. I wanted to feel him in between my lips. And taste him on my tongue. So he let the head rest on my lips, and I licked it lazily, cleaning the last bit of cum off the tip of it and sliding my tongue down, tasting myself on the underside of his shaft.

And then my arms collapsed beside my head.

Am I dead?

I lay there vibrating in an alternate dimension of rapture. And my closed eyes grew heavy. I slipped away into a dream.





Chapter Four





My eyelids opened to light from the outside world, stroking against the curtains. I looked at the hotel room ceiling and smiled. And grimaced.

Oh, my head.

I couldn’t believe how much I drank. I turned to look at Damian lying next to me.

But it wasn’t Damian.

It was Grant.

My eyes widened.

Oh, god.

“Hey, beautiful.” His warm smile poured over me, but my body tensed. I pulled the covers up to my chin.

He’s going to be so mad when he finds out.

“Hey, babe,” I muttered.

“You had quite a night.” His eyes danced with joy, and his grin widened.

How does he know?

Oh god, how much does he know?

“Yeah, you could say that,” I conceded.

“It sounded like you had an amazing time.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “You heard?”

“Yes, babe. I was in the room next door.”

My mouth fell open.

“And I was stroking my cock furiously the whole time.” He laughed. “It was the hottest porn I’ve never seen.”

My lips pressed together into a cautious grin. Then I ventured out with words. “You seem very pleased.”

“Babe, you have no idea. Did you have as much fun as it sounded like?”

I looked down. How could I tell him? How could I tell him just how amazing it was?

He took my chin in his hand and pulled my face towards his. “Listen to me, Mya. I wanted this, remember? I love you. I love you more than you could possibly imagine. And I knew this would liberate you. At least, I hoped it would.”

The tension in my chest started to ease. I narrowed my eyes at him as I grinned a bit bigger. “How did you know where we were?”

He chuckled. “I might have coordinated that with Damian beforehand.”

I shook my head. “You sneaky sneak.”

He tapped my nose with his fingertip and winked.

“I am.” He propped himself up on his elbow. “I also need to pick Damian’s brain on some of his moves. Do you know how he managed to keep fucking you for so long? He can control his ejaculation! I am so envious!”

Wow, you did hear everything.

“Control his ejaculation?”

“Yeah, I asked him about it this morning when he was leaving. He said he trained himself to do it. He can have orgasm after orgasm, but he doesn’t ejaculate, so he can go for like... well... forever.” Grant laughed. “It’s amazing. I gotta learn how to do that.”

I shook my head and smiled at him. What did I do to deserve you?

“But I’m not going to fuck him again, remember? We agreed I would only fuck someone once.” My heart stung a bit with those words. I didn’t know if Grant had proposed that rule for my comfort or for his. I also didn’t like that I already craved more of Damian. But I had to let that go. And I could. For the sake of the most important man in my life. It would be easy once the memory of Damian had faded from my skin.

Grant shifted closer to me and hovered over my face with his. His lips lowered to mine, and he kissed me softly. “I love you.”

His head raised up, and he peered into my eyes. “I also know you. And I know you are struggling with guilt. Shame. It’s hard for you to look me in the eyes.”

I blushed and looked away.

“No, look at me, Mya.”

I sighed and forced my gaze back. The softness in his eyes poured into mine like a warm waterfall and seeped into my soul. Like a light that saw every dark corner and touched it with love and acceptance.

“I know how to help you with that.”

I clung tightly to the covers that were over my chin. I didn’t even know how I got under them. The last thing I remember was being sprawled out naked, like a wanton whore, on top of them.

“You do, do you?”

“Yes, I do. I know your pussy is pretty beat up right now.”

Yes, it is. Oh my god, so sore. So deliciously sore.

“When your pussy has recovered, I’m going to tie you up and punish you for being such a naughty wife.” His eyes flickered with fire to accompany his wicked grin.

My pussy tingled.

“Mmmm, that sounds like something I might deserve.”

“Oh, yes, you do, my dear. You have been very bad.”

“But you told me to.”

He continued as though my defense fell on deaf ears. “And I’m going to torture you with pleasure and force you to confess every sordid detail of last night to me.”

I shrunk into the mattress and smiled, looking up into his eyes.

“You might need to punish me a lot if you hear every sordid detail.”

“I hope the details are very sordid. And yes, I plan to. Punish you. A lot.”

I took a shallow breath. My heart skipped a beat. We were in uncharted territory now, but somehow, I knew it would be ok. It would be more than ok. It would be the best years of our marriage.

“And I love you, Mya.”

He kissed me again.

“I love you, too, babe,” I replied.

I love you so much.










Mya Rides Again





Chapter One





I yelped in pain. My right ass cheek burned with the impression of my husband’s hand, and my spine curved upward as I recoiled.

Pure reflex.

I pressed my hands and knees down onto our marriage bed, bracing for more. I knew I deserved this. And I wanted it. My mind and body settled into the sweet sting, and as it did, my spine lowered, causing my ass to stick up and out at him. I wiggled it, taunting him to do it again.

Grant chuckled as he hummed with devilish delight. “You loved giving your pussy to another man, didn’t you?”

I took a deep breath. “Oh my god,” I whispered.

I bit my bottom lip. Something about the prospect of confessing out loud both terrified and exhilarated me, like the feeling right before you jump off a cliff into a lake. I don’t think I could have done it – couldn’t have found the words – except I was already receiving my deserved punishment. And it wasn’t so bad. No, actually, it was so good. So liberating. To no longer be the good wife. To be the wife that deserves a savage spanking.

I felt free.

“Didn’t you?” My husband’s other hand – the one not tanning my ass – gripped my hip and squeezed it as if to milk the truth from my lips. The force in his grip felt animal. So raw and ravenous.

“I did,” I hissed.

Spank!

A bolt of liquid euphoria shot up from the place where he struck me and into my skull. It spread through my brain, making me giddy. Almost drunk. And defiant.

“Say it louder!” he growled.

My heart pounded with anticipation. I knew these undertones, but until this recent adventure of me fucking someone else, I hadn’t heard or felt them from him in a while. He wanted to fuck me with such fierce want. To claim me. To decimate my pussy with his desire, his discipline, and his choice. Because he chose me, still. His newly unfaithful wife.

“I did! I loved giving my pussy to another man!”

Warmth flooded my groin as the words spilled from my lips. Sheer ecstasy from such a brazen, unspeakable admission. My heart fluttered.

He ran his fingers in between my lips. “Mmm. You’re soaking wet, Mya.”

Oh god, I’m such a filthy whore.

I moaned. “What do you want to do to your unfaithful wife?”

His other hand grabbed the other side of my hips, and with a powerful thrust, he shoved his hard cock into me.

“Oh, god!!” I gasped. An intoxicating shock spread across my forehead, as though his thrust had sent a wave of rapture though my body that had slammed into the inside of my skull.

He began thrusting in and out, his hips smacking up against my reddened ass. “He made you cum multiple times, didn’t he?”

My mouth fell open. Another wave of guilt mixed with excitement. Because there it was. A decadent truth. My pussy came countless times for a man I barely knew. Shouldn’t I have reserved that for Grant? But my faithless pussy surrendered orgasm after orgasm to someone else. I nodded.

“Say it out loud!” Grant’s cock throbbed inside of me as it continued to plumb my wet hole.

“He made this pussy cum so many times!”

Spank!

A wicked laugh escaped my opening mouth as I caught my breath from the sting.

“Mmm, you must have loved the way he fucked you!” Grant’s thrusts quickened and his head swelled to granite hardness.

I whimpered. “Oh my god, Grant, yes! Fuck this slutty pussy!”

Grant’s thumbs and fingertips dug into me. He fucked me until we both came together, moaning and groaning like one body. One mind. One heart.

We both collapsed into a spoon - him behind me, and he held me. As my breathing and heartbeat slowed, tears formed in the corners of my eyes. Tears of gratitude.

“You still love me, babe?” I whispered.

He squeezed me tight and kissed the back of my earlobe. “So much, Mya. Thank you for trusting my love and us and stepping out into this wild new world with me.”

I sighed and closed my eyes, nuzzling my body back into him.

“I want to take you on a trip. Can I take you on a trip?” he asked.

I giggled. “You mean you want to take your whore wife on a trip?”

He cooed in my ear. “That’s exactly what I want to do. Just for the weekend. We can take a drive to the beach. Stay somewhere.”

My heart warmed. “Sure, babe. Take me on a trip.”

One thing bothered me, though.

Damian.

The way he fucked me into the next galaxy was enough to haunt my daydreams. Confessing the vivid details to Grant and receiving my punishments only further branded it into my psyche.

I’m glad I can’t fuck him again. If I was going to get attached to anyone... or the way they fucked me..., it would be Damian. Better to let that memory be just that. A memory.





Chapter Two





Warm California sunlight poured through the front windshield of Grant’s sedan as we pulled up to the resort. While he checked us in, I went for a walk to explore. My sandaled feet glided across large, smooth terracotta tiles in the lobby and carried me past an array of fountains and large green plants. The back of the lobby exited to a large terrace with chaise lounge chairs and a crystal blue pool. All around it, the resort folded in a ‘U’ shape with three stories of stucco walls painted yellow, white framed windows, and wrought-iron balconies. The beach lay just past each end of the ‘U’.

I bet the view from those balconies is amazing.

Grant slipped up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. “Pretty great, huh?”

I took a deep breath, savoring his embrace. “Yes, it’s perfect.”

“We’re going to be on the third floor, so we’ll have a breathtaking view of the ocean.”

My face pulled tight with a wide smile. And I squealed. “Oh, really?! I’m so excited! Let’s go see!”

We scampered up to the room, running ahead of the baggage bellhop. I skipped, clinging to Grant’s hand, pulling him along. “C’mon, babe! Let’s go see it!”

He laughed.

When we reached the door, he waved a card in front of a reader and it made a beep and click, unlocking. I pushed through the door into a decadent waft of vanilla, bergamot, and jasmin. I kicked off my sandals.

“Oh my god...”

My eyes widened. I could have fallen onto the plush carpet under my bare feet and rubbed my naked body on it.

“Feel this, babe.”

Before he could say anything, I pointed at the bed. The king size bed with a fluffy white comforter and throw pillows. “Look!” I ran and dove onto it. “Grant! This bed feels amazing!”

“You look amazing on it.”

I popped myself up onto all fours, my ass pointed in his direction, and I twerked it.

“Yeah, you like the view?”

“Mya, that’s the best view in this hotel. And who knows? Maybe we’ll meet some adventurous stranger who would like to see that view as well.”

I jerked my head around, grinned, and cocked an eyebrow at him. “Yes. Who knows?”

I hopped off the bed and threw open the French doors out to our balcony. The ocean breeze blew in across my face and teased my hair. Our room lay on one end of the ‘U’, looking out across the grounds to the other end. To my left, the expanse of sand and ocean shimmered with white and blue brilliance.

“Grant, I love this place!”

“I hear they have a nice gym on the property, too. I was thinking we should go check that out. Feel like doing a little sweating?”

“Well, if I’m going to be sharing this view...” I cocked an eyebrow as I gestured down my body. “...with others, I need to keep it in tip, top shape, don’t I? Let’s do it.”

“Perfect! In that case, I have a gift for you!” Grant beamed from ear to ear.

It made me laugh. “You do?”

He handed me a large gift bag.

“When did you sneak this in the car?” I asked.

He grinned as he bounced on one foot. “Well, go on, open it.”

My eyes narrowed as I smirked at his eagerness, and I dug into the bag. “What did you get me?”

Soft and satiny. Hmm.

I lifted them out. “Are these... workout clothes?” I spread them out on the bed. My mouth fell open into a grin. “Very sexy workout clothes.” I cut my eyes to the side at him. “You want me to go to the gym wearing these, don’t you?”

He nodded, his eyes as wide as his smile.

“You know what? Fuck it. We’re away at the beach. Not like I’m going to know anyone here.” I waved over at the French doors and curtains. “Wanna close those? Don’t want to get us thrown out on our first day.”

“If anyone is looking, let them look,” Grant said.

I grinned.

So naughty.

Little did I know what Grant knew.

What he had been planning.

Someone was looking.





Chapter Three





The air in the gym chilled against my skin and caused my nipples to harden. Grant’s gift – a thin, low cut sport bra with no padding - left almost nothing to the imagination. To make matters edgier, the waistline on the matching booty shorts fell several inches below my navel and the thin material showed the tiniest bit of camel toe.

I whispered into Grant’s ear. “How long do you think it will take for someone to complain to the resort staff about me?” The outfit was borderline obscene, and Grant couldn’t have been happier. Lucky for me, the gym was almost empty, save for one guy laying on a bench at the far end next to the mirrors. Tattoos covered his bare chest and muscular arms. He seemed out of place, I thought, for a resort like this one. Not that I was complaining. This out-of-place stranger was far too easy on the eyes to complain. And besides, I was wearing a “come fuck me” workout outfit, thanks to Grant, so we were both out of place.

Grant turned and faced me, stopping me in my tracks. He took my cheeks in his hands and peered into my eyes. Something about those eyes still melted and comforted me every time he did that.

“Listen, Mya. I want you to relax this trip. Let your hair down. Do whatever feels natural. Whatever feels good. Ok?”

My lips pursed with a smirk. What is he up to now?

“Ok, babe, but what...”

Before I could ask, he turned and walked over near Mr. Tatted Muscles and waved at me to follow.

Ohh, ok, I got it. You want to be sure someone sees me in this outfit.

Something about the exposure of my body made my heart beat faster, especially in front of a hot stranger. As we approached, the stranger released the barbell with a stunning amount of weight back onto the rack. It clanged and rattled, and he stood up.

Damn.

I fought to catch my breath. The stranger was tall. Gorgeous. And either his shorts were too small, or the contents were too much to contain. My nipples got even harder, and not because of the cool air.

“Mya, this is Beckett. He’s a personal trainer.”

You know this guy?

My face flushed, but I shoved my hand out to take Beckett’s. His rugged hand touching the softness of my skin sent a tingle up my arm and into my spine.

“I thought it would be fun to have a little coaching for your workout,” Grant said.

My composure hung by a thread as warmth began forming in my vagina.

I nodded, trying to hold some eye contact with Beckett without drooling. “Oh, ok.”

“So, you two have fun.” Grant started back towards the gym entrance.

My heart beat jumped to double time.

“Wait, where are you going, babe?” I asked.

He spun around, smiling and apparently fighting to restrain a chuckle. “I’ve got some things I need to do, but I’ll see you in a little while. You just focus on your workout. Maybe Beckett can give you some tips to work out that tension in your groin.”

My mouth fell open, and my face flushed again. Harder and hotter. A mixture of embarrassment and intense arousal. Truthfully, I wanted Beckett to bend me over a bench and fuck me right there.

God, what have I become?

I clasped my hands in front of my vagina and turned to face Beckett.

“Sooo, apparently I have tension in my groin.”

He smirked. “Is that why you’re covering it?”

I laughed. What else could I do? I forced my hands onto my hips, exposing my slight camel toe to his gaze that was zeroed in on my groin.

He took a step closer to me and dropped into a squat, his eyes right on my barely covered folds. “Well, let me take a look and see about this tension.” He placed his thumb on the inside of my thigh, right by my crotch and wrapped his fingers over the top of my thigh, gripping it. “How does that feel?”

I swallowed hard, and my voice cracked. “Umm, it f...feels ok.”

“How about this?” He lifted his other hand to my other leg and gripped it the same way.

If he’s not seeing a wet spot, it’s a miracle.

I gasped.

“Does that hurt?” he asked.

I laughed again. “No. Um...no, it doesn’t hurt. It feels fine.”

“Hmm, ok.” He stood up and looked into my eyes.

Wait. I recognize you.

How did I know this face? These eyes? Where had I seen him before?

“I think we should probably work on some stretches first just to make sure we work out any of that tension, so come over here.” He gestured to an open area with yoga mats.

I followed behind him, taking notice of his chiseled musculature and the intricate tattoo work on his arms and shoulders. They reminded me of Damian. My husband really knew how to pick them, and by that point, I had worked out exactly what he picked Beckett for.

Relax, he says. Do whatever feels good, he says. Ok, Grant. Game on.

A part of me still feared Grant and I were playing with fire with this new game we were playing in our marriage. But another part of me - the part between my legs – loved the way the fire felt and wanted more. More like the delicious specimen of a man that was pointing down to a yoga mat in front of me.

“Lay down on your back and spread your legs,” he said.

“Yessir, Mr. Trainer, sir.” I winked.

He grinned and got down on his knees between my legs. “Let’s see how flexible you are.” He placed his hands on the insides of my thighs near my knees and put light pressure on them, opening me up further.

Having my pussy wide open underneath him caused my stomach to flutter. “Mmm, that feels good,” I said.

“That’s good. How about this?” He took my ankles in the firm grips of each of his hands and lifted my legs up over my head, spreading them out, and leaning over me.

His enormous size compared to mine made me shiver with want. I looked up in his eyes with a burning “fuck me” gaze. “That feels really good.”

His eyes dropped down my body and studied me. “You look like you take good care of your body.”

“Thanks. You look like you take good care of yours,” I said. “Are you training for anything in particular?”

His eyes met mine again. “One thing in particular.” He slid his hands off my ankles and down to the floor, pinning my open body under him until his crotch rested against mine.

Oh, god.

His hard shaft lay right between the small humps off my camel toe. I tried my best to keep cool and play tough for this stud, but all I wanted to do was beg for him to take me right there. “I think I know something else that would help me work out this tension in my groin.”

“For that, you’ll have to earn it.”

My lips parted and my eyes widened. Did he just...?

“Earn it?”

“You heard me. Do you think you’re up to the challenge?”

My eyes narrowed. Ok, tough guy.

“I think you’d have a hard time finding a challenge for me that is actually challenging.”

He chuckled. “We’ll see.” He got up off of me and stood up.

I started to follow, but he stopped me.

“No, no, you stay down there. Get on your knees.”

He pulled the waistband of his gym shorts down and an enormous, beautiful cock popped out.

“Holy shit, dude, are you serious? Right here?”

He cocked his head to the side and smiled down at me. “Already too much for you?”

“Well, no, but, we’re in the middle of a public gym. Anyone could walk in here and...”

He pulled his cock back in his shorts. “Thought so.”

I pressed my lips together.

“I thought when you walked in here in that outfit that maybe you were a bad ass bitch who didn’t give a fuck what other people thought. Like maybe she’s got it in her, you know? But nah, I get it. You’re a burbs wifey. Gotta maintain your ole’ lady halo.”

Ole’ lady? I reached out for his waistband and scooted towards him on my knees. My pulse quickened and adrenaline flooded my body. Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m doing this.

I pulled his waistband down, and his cock popped out again. My mouth watered. I took it into my clammy hands and looked up at him. “Challenge accepted.” My lips slid onto his puffy head and my tongue slid under his shaft. His size forced me to open my mouth wide to get it in, but I took it like a champ. It pulsed in my mouth as I bobbed my head on it, feeling the thick vein on the underside with the soft papillae of my tongue.

He groaned. “Mmmm. Such a naughty little wifey.”

I chuckled with my lips enclosed around him, encircling my thumb and finger around the base and reaching around him to grab his firm ass with my other hand. His shaft was too thick for me to fully enclose it in my grip, but I got most of the way around it. My saliva ran down it, reaching my thumb. I slid my circle grip up his length, spreading my spit like a lube. My other fingers wrapped around him, and my lips met my grip to form the perfect sleeve for his throbbing prick. I worked him rhythmically like a piston, determined to show this cocky motherfucker what I thought of his challenge. I gagged only once as his head hardened and tapped the back of my throat, but I didn’t miss a beat and kept pumping him. My other hand slid from its grip on his ass and moved between his legs to cup his balls that had tightened up.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned around him. He’s ready to blow. And I had every intent of taking every drop of him down my throat right in the middle of the gym.

But I heard voices outside the entrance. A couple. Maybe.

Oh shit.

I paused for a second. My heart assaulted my sternum and pumped liquid heat up through my neck into my skull. My head spun with fear and exhilaration.

Fuck it.

I plunged my mouth back onto him, and he immediately started pulsing in my mouth.

“Fuccckkkk!” he growled.

Hot cum sprayed the back of my throat, and I hummed my delight, vibrating his cock through my lips.

He rested his hand on my head while he drained out into my mouth and then softened in it. I tilted my head back, letting his cock slide one inch at a time from my lips, lifting it on the tip of my tongue and showing the remains of his cum still in my mouth.

My eyes burned defiantly as I stared at him before I closed my mouth and swallowed.

He stepped back, putting his cock back in his shorts, and I turned to look at the gym doorway. He chuckled. “They peeked in for a minute, saw what was happening, looked horrified and left.”

“They’re probably reporting us,” I said.

“Probably.”

An hour ago, the thought of getting caught scared me. But that had vanished. Somehow, in one brazen act of wanton oral sex with a risk of getting caught, I found something. I found a power inside of me. It felt good.

“So, have you got something more challenging for me, tough guy?”

He smiled. “As a matter of fact, I do.”





Chapter Four





He led me to his room, also on the third floor, on the other side of the resort ‘U’, directly across from Grant and I’s room.

Hmm, if Grant had this planned, why didn’t he book a room right next to this?

Beckett walked into his room, so similar to ours, and went to the French doors to open them. He turned and looked at me with a grin. “Nice view.”

“Are you talking about out there or in here?” I gave him a cheeky grin.

“Cute.” He walked over towards me. “As much as I like this outfit...” He reached for the bottom hem of my sports bra and pulled it up, letting my breasts drop out. My mouth fell open, but my hands raised, making it easy for him to lift it all the way off me. He pushed me back against the wall, and his mouth attacked my left nipple.

“Oh, fuck,” I panted. Heat filled my chest as his mouth devoured me, licking all around my areola and flipping at the tip of my nipple with his tongue. He placed his hands against my rib cage, just underneath my tits, and pushed up, causing them to press together and out into his caress. My head pressed back into the wall and my chest pushed out into his oral onslaught. Internal fireworks shot across my shoulder blades as his mouth and tongue slathered my tits with his hunger.

He tugged at my shorts as he continued. I kicked my shoes off, and he pushed my shorts down to my ankles, leaving me in just my ankle socks. His mouth moved down from my tits to my stomach, sucking at my skin with his eager mouth. He moved his hands from my tits around to my ass, and grabbed it, pulling my hips towards him.

My eyes closed and rolled back in my head. “Yes, take this wifey,” I whispered.

He lifted his hand off my ass cheek and brought it back with a hard slap. My lips parted, and I exhaled. For having not much distance from the wall, he managed a powerful strike. I cooed. “Mmm, you are punishing this slutty wifey.”

He snickered against as he bit at my skin. When his mouth arrived at the crease between my aching pussy and my thigh, he slid his hands between my legs, cupped his arms under my ass and placed his hands against my back. With one swift motion, he lifted me off the ground, and I grabbed his hair to steady myself.

I squealed. “Oh my god!” My feet dangled as he turned and carried me far above the floor and over towards the bed, his mouth never stopping its advances. He teased with his tongue, dancing around my folds without entering. I gripped his hair and chided, “Do I have to beg?”

He threw me down on the bed like a rag doll, jostling my body. Before I could gain my bearings, my legs were up over my head. He, once again, had my ankles in the tight grip of his hands. My heart raced like that of an antelope being pursued by a lion. I felt both vulnerable and euphoric.

He placed the flat of his tongue at the base of my opening and pressed as he licked me all the way up to my clit.

“Oh, fuccckk,” I moaned.

He laid stroke after stroke of his wide, wet tongue on my pussy, from bottom to top, each time sending a jolt of pleasure up into my abdomen that caused it to clench. If my pussy were a yearbook, he was signing it with permanent marker, taking a whole page for himself. After several strokes on my outer folds, he narrowed his tongue to a point and parted them, penetrating my sloppy wet slit and delving into it. I placed my hands on his head and ran my fingers through his hair, thrusting my hips into his mouth. He pressed my legs further open, spreading me out like the wanton whore “wifey” that I was.

“Oh, god, yes, eat that evil pussy!” I hissed.

He began thrusting his tongue deep into me, in and out, again and again. Fucking me with his tongue. I pressed my lips together and whimpered against them. For a moment, I tried to restrain my noise, thinking about the open French doors. Surely, half the hotel could hear me. But that thought betrayed me and only added to the thrill of my married pussy wide open to the invasion of this insatiable animal.

The excitement forced an explosive wail through my lips, breaking like water through a dam. “Oh, fuck, yes! Devour that pussy!” My cheeks flushed as my thighs and stomach tightened. “I’m going to cum!”

My legs began shaking in his grip, and he continued to pound my pussy with his tongue. My body unleashed all its built up tension in an orgasmic quake. “Fuccckkkk!” The flood of pleasure washed over my entire body, bringing in its wake a parade of stars sparkling throughout my insides. I could have sworn I levitated off the bed, but I wasn’t ready to admit surrender. I couldn’t let him have that trophy.

Drunk with elation, I slurred, “Not that big of a challenge.” I snickered.

He took my arm, pulled me up, and moved me to the edge of the bed, standing me up. His other hand slid into my hair on the back of my head and gripped it like a rein. “Ok, little wifey, let’s see how bad you really are.”

With my arm held behind my back and my hair in his other hand, he led me towards the French doors and the balcony. Tightness spread across my chest, and my pussy clenched.

Oh my god.

The part of me that cared about rules or decency or consequences had already lost to a tidal wave of shameless lust inside of me.

“Mmm, you’re going to expose me. You think I fucking care?” I laughed with wicked delight. As we crossed the threshold onto the balcony and the warm sunshine kissed my bare tits, my pussy quivered with electric anticipation. My heart pounded like I was cresting the hill of the tallest roller coaster.

He released my arm. “Put your hands on the rail.”

I obeyed. You win, Beckett. I surrender. Expose me. Use me. Do whatever you want to me in front of these resort prudes.

“Bend over and stick your ass out. Show me how much your little wifey pussy wants to be fucked.”

I arched my back and poked my ass out at him. Around the pool below, one guest looked up and pointed at me, waving to the woman next to her. I glanced across the grounds to the other side of the resort. A room on the third floor had their French doors open also.

Grant?

I didn’t have the mental capacity to count balconies or determine if that was our room or not. The head of Beckett’s cock grazed the wet folds of my pussy, teasing them.

“Do you want this cock inside of you?”

I closed my eyes. “Oh my god, yes. Please, fuck me.”

“How bad do you want it?”

I pushed back with my hips, trying to take him in, but he pulled back, denying me. I whimpered, “I want it so bad.”

“Then you’re going to have to tell them.”

My eyes popped open, and I looked down over the resort grounds. My whole body vibrated. This is the craziest thing I’ve ever done. A steely resolve formed in my spine, and I squeezed the rail in my hands. “Mmm, you want me to confess to all these people? So they can hear just what a slut I am?”

He took the head of his cock and brushed my throbbing clit, then pulled it up through the folds of my pussy, parting my lips with just the tip, all the way to the back, before he pulled it out and slapped its moistened head against my ass. “That’s right. Tell the truth, little wifey.”

I took a deep breath, and then yelled out, “Give me that cock!” The echo of my voice bounced off the other side of the resort, and several more guests below turned to look up towards me.

Beckett smacked my ass again. “That was good, but you can do better. Don’t you think there’s an important detail that you are leaving out?”

Oh, my god.

“You want this cock, don’t you?”

I whined, “yes, I want you to fuck me so bad.”

“Tell them.”

I raised my voice. “I want you to fuck this married pussy so bad!”

His hard cock kept slapping against my ass cheek, taunting me.

“Louder.”

I bellowed at top of my lungs, “Take that married pussy! Fill it with your cock!”

He slammed his cock into me, and its thickness stretched me wide open. I wailed out in a mixture of glorious pain and pleasure. All concern for the thoughts or cares of others vanished. I screamed. “Oh, god, yes. Fuck me!!”

He gripped my hips with his strong hands and began pounding me. The slapping sound of his hip bones against my ass reverberated off the stucco walls. Gasps of shock from the ground below reached my ears. I didn’t fucking care. All that mattered was his fabulous cock wrecking my devilish pussy.

My tits shook violently beneath me, no doubt giving everyone below quite a show of just how violently I was getting fucked. That, and the long wails coming from my throat that hitched with each slamming thrust into me.

I was close to cumming again.

A knock came at his room door. We ignored it. It was too late now.

“I’m going to cum,” I panted. His cock swelled inside of me.

“I’m going to fill you with my load,” he hissed.

“Oh my god, yes, fill me up.”

“Tell them.”

I yelled, “fill me up with your cum!”

My pussy clenched around his cock, and I wailed out in bliss. “I’m cumming!”

He groaned as his cock began to unleash its hot load into me. He continued pounding, and his cum began to run out the sides and down my inner thighs.

My mouth hung open. I feel like such a filthy whore. Delicious.

The pounding at the door grew louder. He yelled back, “I’ll be right there!”

He pulled me by my arm off the balcony and pointed to the floor behind the bed. “Hide,” he whispered.

I snickered. Hide? How are you going to hide a naked woman?

But I obeyed. I snuggled my naked, vibrating body up as close to the bed as I could. Of course, these beds had fancy wooden based, so there was no crawling up under the bed. I tried to calm down my breathing.

The door clicked open.

“Sir, we’ve been getting complaints of some obscene behavior on your balcony?”

Beckett’s deep voice gripped the air. “Obscene behavior? There’s no one here but me. See?”

I held my breath. The luxurious carpet muffled the sounds of scuffling feet. Beckett’s cum was leaking out of my pussy.

“I’m in the middle of my workout.” Beckett’s voice grated as though his teeth were clenched together.

“Workout, sir?”

“Yes, pushups. Situps. Workout. You should try it sometime.”

My mouth fell open. No, he didn’t.

More scuffling. Oh, god, please don’t come over here.

“Is there anything else I can help you with? I need to get back to my reps.”

The seconds felt like hours.

“Sure. Sorry to bother you, sir. Let me just remind you that this resort expects its guests to conduct themselves in a manner compliant with the law.”

“Right. Got it.”

“And if we get more complaints, we’ll have to investigate further.”

“Noted. Are we done here?”

“Yes, sir. Have a good night, si...”

The door shut. I exhaled hard. “Oh my god.”

Beckett was laughing. I sat up to peek above the bed at him. He threw my gym clothes at me. “Good thing I thought to pick these up before he came in.”

I smirked. “So, did I win the challenge?”

He smiled. “Yeah, little wifey. You did good. I can see why Axle likes you so much.”

Wait... what? Damian?





Chapter Five





“Beckett knows Damian?”

“Oh, yeah, babe. That’s how I met him.”

I put a hand on my hip as the door closed behind me. Although, I didn’t feel like I had much of a leg to stand on to get sassy with my husband. After all, the only thing keeping Beckett’s cum from running down that leg was the scandalous pair of gym shorts I wore on my walk of shame back to Grant and I’s room. If anything, I was about to receive another disciplinary session. My pussy tingled at the thought.

I ducked into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and ran a hand through my hair trying to straighten some of the “just fucked” wildness out of it. I don’t know why. Grant surely knew what I had been doing. Still, I felt exposed.

I tried to shake it off and fight for some manner of posturing in the conversation. “So, I gather you and Damian must have become pals, huh?”

Grant slid up behind me and kissed my neck. “You could say that. Heck, I might even get invited to join the Asphalt Slayers Club.”

“The who?”

“You mean to tell me you’ve fucked two members of their club, and you don’t even know the name of it?”

“Beckett is in the club?”

Grant chuckled. “Beckett is in the club. Except they don’t call him that. To them, he’s Coyote.”

“Huh.” If you had told me even six months ago that I would have fucked an ‘Axle’ and a ‘Coyote’ from a biker club, I would have laughed my ass off in your face. Look at you now, Mya.

I turned to face Grant. “Well, I learned something about Damian that I bet you didn’t know.”

Grant rested his hands on my waist and leaned back to look into my eyes. Oh, god, his eyes. Looking into them after fucking someone else and seeing his love for me disarmed me on a whole new level. For a second, I forgot my point. “What was I saying?”

Grant smiled. “You know something about Damian that I don’t know.”

“Oh, right.”

“Which I might know it. Clearly, I’m becoming well informed about the local biker club. But let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Ok, smarty pants. Did you know Damian had an ole’ lady?”

“What’s an ole’ lady? Like a grandmother? Don’t we all have those?”

My eyes lit up, and I pointed a playful finger at Grant’s nose. “Ah hah! See! I got you.”

“It seems you did. So what it’s not a grandmother?”

“No, it’s my least favorite biker slang term. And it means his steady girl. His one and only. And no, you better not start calling me your ole’ lady or I’ll knock you off your bike.”

Grant laughed.

My finger on his nose stiffened as my eyes widened, trying to find seriousness. “Grant, for real. I hate that term.”

“Noted. So, what happened to her?”

“Well, that’s the sad part. The woman tattooed on his arm is her. Her name was Riley, but they called her Stiletto, hence the red stilettos in the tattoo.”

“Oh, wow, yeah, I remember those now that you say it.”

“I’m sure you do.” I cocked and eyebrow and grinned. “And he got the name Axle because they were in a horrible bike accident together. That’s how she died. And the only thing on his bike that survived were the axles. And him, of course.”

“Wow, that’s... that is sad.”

“Yeah.”

I also learned that Damian talked a lot about me. And he didn’t talk about girls, Beckett said. I knew Damian had lots of girls, but apparently, he never talked about any of them. Until me.

Grant interrupted my thoughts. “You know what’s not sad?”

“What?”

“The incredible footage I got of your activities for the past couple hours.”

He stepped back out of the bathroom and pointed towards the French doors. My skin tingled and a fluttering tickled the walls of my abdomen as I followed him out of the bathroom. A tripod stood just inside the open French doors with a small video mounted on it.

I swallowed hard.

“You filmed it?”

He nodded. “And we’re going to watch it together.”

My hand lifted to my opening mouth.

“So, why don’t you lay back on this bed here.”

“Umm, babe, I might need to shower first.”

“Oh no, I think I’d like to do the cleaning up.”

My face flushed. He took me by the hand and led me to the bed. His gentle shove on my shoulder prodded me to sit back onto it and comply. I hung my head, exacerbating a thickness in my throat, as I glanced up at him.

He guided me back onto the bed and reached for the waistline of the shorts. My hand darted to stop him. “Grant, I’m messy down there.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are. That’s exactly why you’re going to lay back and spread your legs like an obedient little whore of a wife and let me taste what you’ve been up to.” He pulled my shorts off of me, exposing my cum stained pussy. My cheeks burned, and I coved my eyes with my hands.

Oh my god.

He took the camera and connected a cord from it to the TV in the room. And started playing it. He lowered himself between my legs, and his tongue slipped into my sticky folds. I gasped. The sound from the TV beckoned to me. Voices of people on the resort grounds. And in the distance, moaning. My moaning. I dared to separate my fingers and peek through them at the screen. For a tiny video camera, this one apparently had some incredible lens to capture, quite clearly, what was going on in the room across the grounds. The open French doors to Beckett’s room and this camera were all Grant needed to make a home movie like no other. My first sex tape as an unfaithful slut of a wife.

Grant’s tongue delved deeper into my pussy, and my breath hitched. The thought of traces of Beckett’s cum on Grant’s tongue gave me a wicked thrill. So wrong. So utterly sinful. And Grant knowingly and lovingly buried his tongue inside me to taste it. To taste what I had done.

“Mmmm,” he moaned.

My head fell back, and I panted, “oh my god, Grant.”

As his licking sped up and increased in aggression, I thought of Beckett’s tongue. How it felt on my pussy. How it had just been there. In just a few hours, I had allowed two men to eat my pussy. A stranger and my husband. And the stranger got first lick. My husband was taking sloppy seconds. Something about that felt so decadent.

“You know you are licking where another man has just been licking.”

Grant growled into my pussy.

“Where another man has been fucking,” I added.

His fingers dug into my hips, pulling them into his face.

“Ohh, fuck,” I gasped. My eyes glassed over, blurring the vision of myself on the TV screen. In the recording, my tits shook wildly from the pounding that I took. The sound of my voice brazenly announced to the entire resort just what I was doing. As I watched through blurred vision, heat pooled in my abdomen and my leg muscles tightened. I rested my hands on Grant’s head, digging my nails into his scalp.

“I’m going to cum on you face,” I hissed.

“Mmmm,” he hummed into my sloppy folds.

“Oh shit!” My body convulsed, and heat exploded from my throbbing pussy up into my belly and my chest. I held Grant’s face against my pussy as Beckett’s cum gushed out of it into his mouth. He lapped at my messy cunt as though starving for every morsel of my infidelity.

Tension slowly released from my body as it shook and I held onto his head. He caressed my hips with his hands as he slowly kissed the insides of my thighs, using his soiled face to spread the sap of my faithlessness on my soft skin.

“Oh my god, babe,” I panted.

He snickered as he climbed up next to me to wrap me in his arms.

I shook my head. “How can you do that? How can you do this?”

He took my face in his hand and turned it to look into my eyes with his. Those eyes.

“Mya, how can I not?”










Mya Takes Two





Chapter One 

When I walked into the Slow Ride Bar & Grill, I had no idea I was about to experience the most embarrassing moment of my life. Since Grant had popped the cork of my wanton inner slut, my vagina clamored at every moment to jump handsome strangers at the grocery store, at the park, at church. But by some miracle - other than the beach resort where Grant and I would never be allowed to return to -, I had managed to keep my newfound insatiable sex drive under wraps. But that was about to change. Normally, all my girlfriends met at the Slow Ride for drinks and people watching. Well, mostly biker watching. That day, though, it was just me and my BFF Aimee. I made my way past a group of burly dudes in black leather and tattered jeans. Then a couple of girls with cut off tees, belly button rings, and jean booty shorts that just covered their vaginas. Even in the middle of the day, that place wreaked of cigarette smoke and depravity. The first time I went there, I experienced major culture shock, but it had grown on me. Until it felt a bit like home. A place I could let my hair down and relax. Or so I thought. Aimee lit up as I slid into the booth she had snagged and sat across from her. “Hey, girl, how ya doing?” she asked. I rolled my eyes. “I’ve had better days.” “What’s wrong?” I need a cock STAT. “Oh, I don’t know. My car is acting up. Barely got the thing to start. I almost called you to reschedule, but…” “You know I would’ve had to kick your ass.” “I know. So…” I lifted my hands to frame my pained smile. “Here I am!” “Well, I really appreciate it. Anything else eating you?” No. And that’s the problem. My clit tingled with the memory of Beckett’s tongue masterfully caressing it. Oh my god, that man was a Jedi Master of pussy eating. “Yeah, my phone battery is almost dead.” “Ok, that is a tragedy.” I made a duck face at her. “Go ahead, mock me.” “Only a little. But to make it up to you, I’m buying you drinks.” A nasally female voice interrupted. “Hey, look, it’s the bitch Axle keeps talking about!” I froze. Dear God, no. A cute blonde with pigtails and a nose ring walked up to the table, chewing gum. She leaned to the side, peering down the line of the bench I was sitting on, sizing me up. “I can see what he’s talking about. You’re hot!” I swallowed hard, my cheeks and ears burning. “I think you must have me mixed up with someone else.” “You’re name isn’t Mya?” I could feel Aimee’s eyes turning on me. The cute blabber mouth continued, nudging my shoulder with a fist. “Girl, you rocked his world. Got him all fucked up.” I tilted my head back, glaring at her and shaking my head, trying my best to send her telepathic “shut the fuck up” messages. She turned to Aimee and stuck out her hand. “Hey, I’m Angel. I think I’ve seen you in here before, too.” Aimee slowly extended her fingers, and Angel grasped them, turning her hand over. “Hmm, nice nail polish!” Aimee sounded guarded. “Thanks.” “Well, gotta run.” Angel nudged me on the shoulder again. “We should hang out some time!” Her butt cheeks peeked out from beneath her frayed short fragments as she jogged off, chasing after her friend. I turned to watch because looking anywhere at all was more comfortable than across the table. I buried my face in my hands. Kill me now. Aimee pried at my face-covering with her voice. “Umm, Mya, what have you not been telling me?” I mumbled through my fingers, “Can we please not talk about it?” A slight scolding tone laced her voice. “No, I think we need to talk about it.” I sighed, sliding my fingers down over my nose and mouth, just enough to peek at her with my eyes. She chided. “Mya…” “Fine.” I dropped my hands onto the table in surrender, looked at her, and then raised a finger to point at her. “But you can’t tell anyone about this.” She drew a zipper across her lips. “Promise?” She nodded. “Aimee, I’m serious. No one can know.” “Oh, spill it already.” Grant, dammit, this is all your fault.





Chapter Two 

I walked out to my car, leaving my dignity behind me at that Slow Ride table. Now, my best friend knew I had been fucking bikers and that my misguided husband encouraged all of it. I hope she keeps her mouth shut. My key fob wouldn’t remote open my car door. Not a good sign. I unlocked it manually. Behind the steering wheel, I put the key in the ignition and turned. My car wheezed and churned in a slow whine of almost there, but that was all. I took a deep breath, said a silent prayer to the compact car gods, and tried again. Same thing. Fuck. I planted my forehead on my steering wheel while I fumbled through my purse for my phone. Please, don’t be dead. The black screen felt icy against my thumb. Multiple frenzied taps failed to wake it. My lungs pushed out a heavy breath as my mind scrambled for solutions. Aimee! I jumped out of the car, looking around for hers. Aimee’s SUV pulled out onto the main road, thumping from the bass of whatever music she was listening to. I took off in a sprint, off the parking lot pavement and through the grass to catch her. My breasts bounced hard against my chin. Such a shitty day to wear a less supportive bra. My arms waving in the air failed to distract her. “Aimeeeeee!" C’mon, girl, look in your rearview! But the light changed, and I watched her disappear into the herd of other cars. I lumbered to a stop and doubled over. My hands settled on my knees as I caught my breath. What am I going to do? After a moment of public despair, I straightened up and turned to head back to my car. A large tow truck had pulled up right behind it, and an equally large man walked around it. A gorgeous man. Get a grip, Mya. Not today. He called out to me as I approached. “Having some car trouble?” I held my hand as a visor over my eyes. The handsome stranger wore a thin white tank that lined his defined muscles like a second skin. His tanned arms and neck featured a mix of macabre and sultry tattoos. He fit the Slow Ride crowd. Much more than me. “Yeah, I can’t get it started.” He eyed me up and down. “I can look under your hood if you like.” The skin on the back of my neck tingled. Is he talking about my car or my… I glanced at the logo and words on the side of his tow truck. Cox Brothers Lube and Shaft. I smirked. Sounds like exactly what I need. “Sure, that would be great.” He walked around to the front of my car. “Wanna pop it for me?” Wipe the grin off your face, Mya. I hopped back in my car and reached for the hood lever. Oh, I can pop it for you. I shook my head at myself. He had me try to start it. Still dead. “I can give you a jump, but I’m afraid it might die on you on the way. Pretty sure you’ve got a bad alternator.” A bad who? Maybe it was desire to escape the annoying reality of my car’s mission to ruin my day. Or maybe it was the stunning good looks of this mystery mechanic. But my thoughts departed the practical shores of giving a shit about my car and wandered out into the wild waters of wondering what his cock might feel like inside me. God, why am I so horny? He walked around and squatted next to my wheels. “How does it feel when you brake? Like if you push really hard?” I reached across my warming chest to caress my tricep with my fingertips. How does it feel when you push really hard, handsome stranger? “It squeaks and shakes a little.” “Yeah, I thought so. Your brakes are looking pretty rough. And this tire is bald.” He stood up, came to my window, and put his rugged hands on the frame. A spark burst between my legs as I looked into his sunlit blue eyes. “When’s the last time you got a thorough inspection?” Oh, god, does he mean for everything he says to sound so sexual? “Umm, I don’t know.” He smiled. “Sounds like it’s been a while. Why don’t you hop up in the truck, and I’ll take you to the shop? We’ll take care of you.” The heat between my thighs increased as I played with my hair behind my head. “That’s awfully nice. Are you sure it’s not any trouble?” “Nah. I mean, you’re kinda like family.” I grinned, curious, as I cocked an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” “Well, you’re Axle’s girl, right?” My hand moved from behind my head around to my mouth and my pointer finger rested just under my nose. Does everyone know about that? “Well, no, not exactly. But… You know Damian? I mean Axle?” “Oh, yeah, me and Axle go way back. My name’s Rebel.” I nodded, grinning behind my fingers. “Ok, cool...” My eyes narrowed. “…Rebel.” “So, you coming?” My grin widened, still hiding behind my fingers. I bet you could make me. He chuckled. “I didn’t catch that. Is that a yes?” “Sorry, I was just thinking. Yes. It’s definitely a yes.”
While I climbed into the cab of his tow truck, he went to work hooking me up. My car, I mean. Hooking my car up. I need to reach Grant somehow, just so he knows where I am. Sitting in the Rebel’s cab caused my chest to flutter. I hope Grant still wants a philandering spouse. Rebel climbed up into the cab. “So, Rebel, I should probably let my husband know where I am. And what I’m up to.” I giggled. “My phone died, though. Any chance I could use yours?” His phone sat in a cradle mounted on the dash. He punched in a number. My eye’s widened as I watched. Grant’s work number? Grant’s secretary answered. “Felterbottom and Lipps, Attorneys at Law. How can I help you?” “Hey, Mary. How are you today?” Mary’s voice turned musical. “Oh, hello, Mr. Cox. I’m happy to hear your voice.” Sounds like I’m not the only one that wants to fuck him. “Is Grant in?” “He certainly is. Hold on just one minute, and I’ll get him for you.” She put us on hold, and familiar “easy-listening” music played through the speaker. “You know my husband?” I asked. Grant answered before he could. “Hey, Rebel! How’s it going?” My lips parted. How do these two know each other? “It’s good, brother. Listen, I’ve got your lovely wife here. She’s having a bit of car trouble, so I’m taking her over to the shop to fix her up, Lube and Shaft style, you know what I mean?” “Yes, I do. Thank you, Rebel. I appreciate that.” Then my husband spoke to me, “Hey, honey!” My eyes studied Rebel as I responded. “Hi, dear. Sounds like you two are friends?” Grant sounded suspiciously happy. “Oh, yes, good friends. Sounds like you bumped into the right guy. Sorry you’re having car trouble, babe, but I know he’ll fix you right up. Don’t be afraid to be generous when you thank him - Lube and Shaft style!” My ears burned as I painted a smile across my face. “Um, you’re on speaker, dear.” He laughed. “I know, babe. Listen, gotta go. Working on a big case. See you later! Thanks, Rebel!” He hung up. My knees pulled tight together as zings of want danced around in my vagina. “He’s a real kidder, my husband.” “Oh, yeah. He’s a great guy. Took real good care of Gears and I.” “Gears?” “That’s my brother. You’ll meet him here in a few.” Gears and Rebel. The Cox Brothers. Why do I think my car isn’t the only thing that’s going to get the Lube and Shaft treatment? At least, a girl can hope.





Chapter Three 

Rebel introduced me to Gears. Turned out they were twins, and Gears was just as muscular, handsome, and prone to speaking in innuendo as his brother. It also turned out that Rebel was right. My alternator, my brake pads, my rotors, and my tires all needed replacing. Hey, I had other priorities besides keeping my car all lubed and… shafted. Rebel gave me a tour of the shop while his brother, Gears, fixed everything. I gathered Rebel handled the customers, and Gears handled the cars. Or bikes. The lot in front of the shop had several of them. A mix of hogs and choppers. In my brief introduction to biker culture, I had started to recognize the different types. I also noticed a symbol on the wall of the shop that looked exactly like the one I had seen on the back of Damian’s vest. Hmm, so they’re in the same club. “Thank you for all you and your brother are doing. That’s a lot of work. How much do I owe you?” Rebel waved off my question. “Don’t sweat it. Family discount. Which is free.” He laughed. A wild idea took center stage in my mind. It began smoldering the moment I saw Rebel back at the Slow Ride Bar and Grill, and once I made it to the shop and met his hot twin brother, it burst out in flames inside my body. Oh, I’m going to pay you. Lube and Shaft style. How far I had come in such a short time - since Grant first setup a blind date between me and Damian, the Biker God. So shy at first. So hesitant. Now, I was a married woman on fire. But what did Rebel mean by my husband taking good care of him and Gears? Were they clients of my husband’s law firm? Is that why Grant seemed to know Damian and Beckett? I had so many questions for Grant later. But right now, I only had one. I gave Rebel a sultry glare as I stepped closer to him. “Are you sure we can’t find some way for me to repay you?” My fingers reached the waistline of his jeans, and I toyed with his belt buckle. His eyes twinkled as a boyish grin spread across his face. “I’m not one to turn down the kindness of a lady.” I snickered. “Well…” The backs of my eyeballs burned as I eye-fucked him. “…I’m no lady.” He returned my sultry stare with an equally fiery one. I dropped to my knees in front of him, unbuckled his belt, and yanked it from the loops in his jeans, dropping it to the floor. Then I unzipped his jeans and pulled both them and his underwear down, freeing his hardening cock. I cooed. “Mmm, look at this beautiful masterpiece.” My fingertips rested at the base of his shaft, just above his balls, and I pushed a slow stroke up it, flattening my palm against his thick, veiny rod. As it reached the top, I cupped around the engorged head, feeling its heat. Pulling it down a bit, I straightened up on my knees and licked his ridge, working my way around to the tip where his precum dribbled out. He tasted a bit sweet. Surprising and delicious. I wonder if he eats pineapple. My fingers circled around the shaft, just under the hardened edge of his beautiful bell. It seemed all the bikers in Damian’s club had gorgeous dicks. Rebel’s seemed a bit smaller. Still large, but it wasn’t going to split me wide open. Which gave me an idea. I think I might be able to deep throat this cock. I had never done that before. Grant’s was nice, but it wasn’t long enough to go that far down my throat. Damian had fucked me into another dimension before I even had the chance to try. Beckett had been far more than a mouthful. Or even a throatful. But Rebel… My mouth opened and my lips slipped around him, slathering him with my spit. I slowly advanced farther down his shaft, my head bobbing in tandem with my hand. He groaned. The sound made my pussy vibrate with electric hunger. Unlike the other two, this biker allowed me to take the reins. Or maybe I was just ready now. Maybe I had found my inner tigress. With my free hand, I reached around him and gripped his ass, pulling him to me. My circle grip around his girth broke open into a flattened palm at the base of his shaft, and I pressed into his firm lower abdomen, causing his whole cock to tighten and engorge in my mouth. My lips followed my hand until they reached the hilt of his dick. His swollen head tapped the back of my throat, and I gagged. My eyes watered, but I didn’t stop. No, I sped up, opening my throat to take all of him in. “Oh fuck!” he moaned. His whole member pulsed under the assault of my accelerating open-mouthed lunges. Each one broke my slurping sounds with the soft thud of his granite glans against my throat wall. His hand touched the top of my head, as if to steady himself. I had him right where I wanted him, and I knew it. Anticipation of his climax and his taste caused my body to quiver with an intoxicating electricity. I slid my hand from his lower abs down to his tightening ball sack. Yesss, give me that cum. I gently caressed the soft skin of his testicles with my fingertips while my mouth railed him rapaciously, like an unflinching piston in a revving engine. Forward and back. In rhythmic perfection. Until I pushed him over the edge. Hot threads sprayed into my mouth. He let out a guttural howl as they splashed the insides of my throat. My lips pressed tight against his base. I felt like a vampire draining my victim of their life force. The pure rush of adrenaline – of power – flooded my brain with a heady cocktail of dopamine. I held his quaking body in my grasp and milked every last drop out of him as his moans softened. My tongue snaked gently from the base of his softening shaft up its underside to the tip,
and I gazed up at him, victorious, meeting his eyes. I extended my cum-covered tongue so he could see my good work, and then I swallowed his essence, licking my lips. “Goddamn, Mya,” he gasped. My heart swelled as I winked at him, and I savored the sweet soreness in my jaw like a trophy. I’m getting pretty good at this shit. He hung his head, looking glassy eyed at me. A jovial voice came from behind me, interrupting my reverie. “Are you trying to kill my brother?” I laughed and turned to lick my lips at Gears. “Oh, no. I’m just very grateful. And you’re just in time.” He folded his arms across his chest and smiled, his eyebrows raised, “Oh, really?” “That’s right, mister. You’re next.”





Chapter Four 

Grease and grime covered Gears’ face, hands, and arms from his hard work on my car’s undercarriage. Fortunately, the Cox brothers had installed a large shower in their shop, and I had no intention of letting Gears clean himself up alone. I followed him to the shower, stripping my clothes off one garment at a time, leaving them in a trail behind me. By the time we made it there, I was completely naked. “You need to catch up,” I teased. The shower looked big enough to fit my car into. Space for all three of us. Nice. Small bottles of, I guessed, shampoo and body wash sat on a short, tiled ledge that ran the length of the shower. A large, thick area rug covered the floor just outside it. I stood on it in front of Gears, rubbing my feet in its soft, plush fibers. His eyes widened as he looked up and down my nude form. “Damn, girl. You’ve got a smokin’ bod.” I tried to play it cool, but compliments from gorgeous hunks always made me blush. “Thanks” I climbed into the shower and turned on the hot water. “Now, get out of those clothes, and let’s get you cleaned up.” Taking a bar of soap in my hands, I took to lathering his glorious naked body. My breath hitched as my fingers ran over the leathery skin of his cut chest muscles and traced down the hard bands of his abs. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes as I took his thickening cock into my sudsy palm and stroked it. God, this man is a work of art. And I have two of them to play with. Rebel showed up at the doorway to the large shower room. The twinkle in his eye suggested he might have recovered from our last round. “Back for more, Mr. Cox?” I winked. He beamed as he shed his clothes. “Hell, yeah. We were just getting started.” For a moment, my thoughts turned to Grant. And to the miracle of now standing naked in this shower with two gorgeous men. The miracle that my husband wanted this. That he knew me well enough to see I would be happier this way. My whole life, the world had only shown me one picture of a woman’s best life. Chick flicks. And I loved them, but none of them ever offered even a clue to what sexual freedom could look like. But Grant knew. He knew me. God, I love him. While I continued to wash Gears beautiful body, Rebel slid in behind me and began exploring my curves - wet and hot from the spray - with his able hands. His fingers slid down the arch of my back and into the cleft of my ass cheeks. “God, your body, Mya,” he hummed. They both began lathering my body with soap and fondled me from my neck down to my thighs, massaging my skin and muscles as though their hands hungered to claim me. Gears eyes drank my tits in as he grasped them in his foamy hands. “Look at these perfect tits.” And Rebel’s hands cupped my ass cheeks, clenching them and spreading them. “You should see this ass she’s got.” I growled under their ravenous touch. They put down the soap, and we let the water wash the suds from our bodies. Gears stood with his back to the shower spray, and steam encircled us. I got down on my knees between the two men, taking their peckers into my grasp. “Mmm, someone has a taste for two cocks,” Rebel said. I took turns spitting on each head and spreading it down their veiny rods. My skull hummed. Chains of euphoric sparks shot through it as I thought about the decadence. Two strange cocks in my married hands. So wrong. My pussy vibrated with devilish want. Both phalluses pulsed heat against my slippery hold on them. I hissed up at both men. “You want these married lips on your cocks?” Gears shook his head, grinning. “Such a naughty mouth.” I nodded, my eyes narrowing, and hummed with wicked glee. My mouth plunged onto Gears first, giving him a turn to feel my improving oral skills. His head fell back. “Shit.” I slid my lips up and down the full length of his manhood, coaxing it to increasing tension. Then I switched to Rebel. I worked each man’s cock, alternating between them, enjoying the feel of them on my lips. Savoring the taut undergirth of each prick on my tongue. Causing them pleasure, yes. But I didn’t do it solely for them. No. I was doing this for me. For the celebration of my liberty. To enjoy being the married slut taking two strange cocks. The thought of it sent repeated waves of ecstatic heat through my body. “Such a bad bitch,” Rebel said. I stood up and looked him lustfully in the eye. “Yes, I am. And since you like my ass so much, why don’t you play with it some more.” I turned my back to him, placed one foot up on the ledge of the shower, and arched my back to push my ass out at him. “Yesss,” Rebel hissed. His hands returned to my cheeks and one of his fingers crept in between them to caress my hole. Another first. Even my husband, Grant, had never been inside it. A small part of me worried it might hurt a lot. I didn’t really know what I was getting into. But I was drunk with the sexual chemistry in my body and emboldened by the Cox brothers’ obvious want for my body.
Rebel dropped to his knees behind me and opened his mouth on my soft ass cheeks, moving his mouth around the curve of them, sucking and licking at them like they were the sweetest fruit on his lips. Gears had cut off the water and took my face in his hands, nibbling on my top lip with his teeth. My mouth fell open to give him easier access to it. He tilted his head to the side and opened his lips, pressing into the kiss and causing our faces to meld together. Our tongues brushed and teased each other, and our mouths took turns sucking them. His hands slid down from my face. One took hold of my neck and the other fondled my breasts. Fuck, yes. I growled my approval into his open mouth. Rebel’s feast on my ass had moved in between my cheeks, and he delved into my hole with his tongue. Both hands spread my cheeks apart, giving me an exquisite feeling of promiscuity. One of his fingertips took turns with his tongue, probing my orifice and lathering it with his thick spit. Down near my ass, a cap popped on the top of one of the bottles and a cool gel ran down into my crack. Was it shampoo? Or body wash? Or maybe… Hmm, ‘lube and shaft’. I chuckled at the realization. It wasn’t just the cars that were getting lubed and shafted by the Cox brothers. Rebel slipped a finger into me, and it glided in with ease. Wow, that feels good. I took Gears wrists in my hands and guided him backwards out of the shower, cocking an eyebrow at him. “Lay down,” I instructed. He smiled as he complied, abs rippling as he descended onto his back on the large rug. I knelt between his spread legs, took his cock in my hands, and licked the tip with my tongue. Rebel followed, his hands caressing my ass the whole way, and resumed probing it with his finger. I arched my back and pushed my ass up and out to give him easy access to my hole. While I licked Gears up and down like a popsicle, Rebel slid his well lubed finger in and out of my virginal asshole. It made my pussy tingle. I cooed around Gears’ cock and encouraged Rebel, “Yes, work that little virgin asshole.” My words caused Rebel’s cock to twitch in my hand. “Ohh, do you like it when I talk like a slut?” I flicked the underside of his cock with my tongue while I looked up into his eyes. He nodded. “Do you like seeing this little married slut worshipping your cock while your brother takes my asshole?” His shaft pulsed in my grip, and he tossed his head back. “Fuck!” he moaned. It made me giggle. I was still coming to terms with this new, liberated version of myself. At times, I surprised myself by the things I was doing and saying. Rebel added a second finger, causing my asshole to stretch. Slightly painful for just a moment, it shot a fiery bolt up my spine into the back of my skull. “Aaahhh,” I moaned. Rebel held his fingers in, moving them just slightly in and out. I breathed deep, still gripping Gear’s cock in my hand. Pain in my anus melted into the most profound relaxation in my entire body, washing over me as though I had been given an IV of heavy-duty muscle relaxers. I pushed back into Rebel’s fingers, sliding my asshole back and forth on them, while he applied more lube. Each thrust came with the tiniest twinge of pain followed by another wave of deep pleasure. And with each thrust, it hurt less and pleased more. “Fuck,” I hissed. Why did I wait so long to try this? Rebel’s fingers slipped out, leaving me with an empty feeling and want for him to put them back. I wiggled my ass at him and arched even deeper, lifting it up, as if begging for more anal penetration from him. He dripped still more lube down into my crack. The head of his cock rested against my asshole, and my mouth fell open. Oh my god, yes. I held up a hand. “Wait,” I said. I eyed Gears lustfully and began to slither up his hard body. My heavy tits engulfed his throbbing shaft as they passed around and over it, brushing up his stomach until my hard nipples tickled his chest. I reached down between my legs and guided his cock into my sloppy, wet pussy. His eyes rolled back in his head. I pushed my crotch all the way down his shaft to the hilt, coating him with my juices, and filling myself to the deepest depth. Oh my god, he feels good. Rebel slid up behind me and again teased my asshole with the head of his cock. My head nodded and I moaned, “Yesss, I want you both inside me.” Like an expert ass mechanic, he worked his head in slowly. I gasped as he stretched my hole further, sending another shooting pain up the length of my spine, followed by liquid electric bliss exploding throughout my body. With each inch that he slid in, he gave me another rush. For a breath, we all paused, and I savored the scandalous sensation of being so full of cock. I hummed as I began to rock my hips back and forth, sliding both of my holes down on their shafts and then back up. They held themselves firm and steady, allowing me to control the pace of penetration. Pleasure buttons I didn’t know I had were getting pushed. Over and over with each thrust. My whole lower body vibrated with delicious sensation. “Oh my god,” I moaned. Rebel continued to drip lube down onto his shaft as I slid up and down on it, making it easier for me to move it in and out of my asshole. I closed my eyes and dropped deep into the feeling in my body. Any pain had all but subsided, overtaken by deep relaxation, stimulation, and exhilaration as my sex bliss buttons were kneaded between their two hard cocks. My tits felt heavy and warm, and my hard nipples stroked up and down Gears’ chest as I rocked. My ragged breath tickled my inner chest with warm waves of want on each inhale. Every cell in my skin glimmered with growing rapture.
“Mmmm.” My muscles in my abdomen and thighs tightened, and my pussy clenched around Gear’s cock. My lips hung open in a silent wail of ecstasy, and waves of my orgasm began crashing down on my pussy. I kept rocking against them, milking the moment of every sensation. My pussy clamped on Gears, and my muscles quivered. “Oh, god!” My body became a weightless puddle, hovering in between heaven and earth. The tables had turned. I was drunk with sex and ready to surrender my body to whatever these two men wanted to do to me. And they weren’t done. Rebel pulled out briefly and laid down on his back beside Gears, and Gears lifted me and rolled me onto Rebel’s body. They handled me like a plaything. I felt petite and easy in their expert hands. Like magic, I found myself laying with my back against Rebel, his hands holding my thighs open, and his cock sliding easily into my well lubed ass hole. Gears positioned himself on top and slid his cock into my pussy. Full again with their cocks, but this time, at their mercy. My feet off the ground, my legs and body held by their strong hands and arms. My pussy throbbed, already well on its way to another orgasm. Something about being helpless, wide open, full of cock. I felt like a bird. Like a wanton, slutty phoenix in flight. “You ready to have your holes used?” I pushed my lips together, whimpering, and nodded. “Are you a filthy, cock hungry slut?” I nodded more vigorously. “Yes, use my holes!” Rebel gripped my ass cheeks tightly from both sides as he thrust his cock up into my asshole. Only the slightest pain rippled through my hips on the first thrust, but waves of elation followed, rippling up from my hips into my back and core, into my chest. Gears joined him, thrusting hard into my shivering pussy. I wailed, “Oh, fuck!” My mouth hung open as they both pounded me. Heat in my chest threatened to explode and send me into another dimension of paradise. “Fuck meeee!” The wet slapping of both their cocks into my holes echoed off the tile walls of the large bathroom. I felt so dirty. So naughty. So sinful. And so free. Their shafts and heads hardened inside of me. I nodded and whimpered, begging for their releases inside of me. “Yesss, fill me up!” Both of them groaned, and the heat of their cum flooded my insides. “Yesss, soil my holes with your cum!” They continued to thrust until all their energy was spent and released into me. The firm grip of their hands on my legs relaxed, and my body melted back into Rebel’s. I became aware of my body heat, my sweat, and my pulverized holes as their cocks slipped out. Warm cum drained out of me from both orifices. “Oh, fuck,” I sighed. My eyes opened. “Oh, fuck!” Grant stood, leaning against the wall, his pants undone, and his hard cock in his hand. My face flushed, and I lifted a hand to cover my face as he leaned down, bringing his face close to mine. “Caught in the act, little whore?” he whispered in my ear. “Oh my god,” I whispered, still holding my hand over my face. My heart raced, and my pussy tingled. So many emotions flooded my chest. Guilt. Excitement. Anticipation. His hand cupped under my arm and lifted me up. More cum ran out of my holes now as Rebel and Gears moved aside. My legs wobbled as he guided me into the shower. “Why don’t you fellas stand here and watch while I teach this whore a lesson?” I grinned beneath my hand covering. Despite the degrading nature of his words, they vibrated with such deep warmth and love. Perhaps the Gears and Rebel couldn’t hear it, but I could. I knew my husband. He lowered me down onto my knees in the shower and stood over me. “Look at me, little whore,” he said. He took my hand and helped me move it away, opening my eyes up to him. His eyes glowed at me, full of both love and lust. My heart swelled, and my eyes tingled, threatening to become misty. “Are you ready for your punishment, little whore?” My voice cracked and I swallowed back my emotions as I nodded, “Yes, sir.” I looked up at his cock hovering just over my face. A trail of precum stained the underside where he had been leaking. How long had he been watching? How much had he seen? My pussy throbbed at the thought. “Are you ready to wear my cum, little whore?” I nodded, “Yes, sir.” “Do you feel their cum running out of your used holes, little whore?” I blushed and nodded, still maintaining eye contact. “Yes.” His eyes glazed over as his climax approached. I knew that look so well. “Fuck,” he hissed. My body tingled with anticipation. Something about the pretend humiliation of having him cum all over my face in front of the two men who had just used me. The mock punishment. The culmination of my slutty behavior. The utter annihilation of the “ladylike” halo that weighed too heavy on my head for far too long. Hot threads of his cum spattered my forehead and eyelids. My cheeks and lips. I licked them, tasting his familiar flavor, as I accepted my deserved discipline. I felt the head of his cock stroke my cheeks, rubbing his seed around on my skin as he softened against it. His hand rested on my head and stroked my hair. “I love you, little whore.”
He took my arm again and lifted me up. Warm water sprayed from the shower head and cascaded over my face and body, washing away the thick globs of three men’s cum. While it rained on my face, Grant caressed my body with his hands and the soap. His lips brushed mine softly. I opened my eyes to see Gears standing there with a large towel. Grant’s clothes were soaked. I laughed. “You didn’t even take them off?” He looked down and chuckled, “Didn’t seem important at the time.” His eyes sparkled as he looked back at me. “Ready to go home?” I grinned and nodded. “Yeah, babe. Take me home.” He turned to Rebel, “Ok to leave her car here overnight?” He waved and nodded, “Yeah, man. No rush. It’ll be here.” I smirked at the Cox brothers as Grant took my arm and escorted me out to his car wearing only a towel. “Thanks for the lube and shaft, treatment, boys.” I giggled. Rebel nodded and winked. “Anytime, ma’am.” Well, no. Rules are rules.





Chapter Five 

Grant nuzzled the back of my neck with his nose as we lay together in our bed. “So, wanna tell me what’s up with you and the Asphalt Slayers? Cause I’m starting to think you’re in the club,” I said. “I might be.” He chucked softly. “I gather the Cox brothers are clients.” “Mmm hmm.” “Is that how you met Beckett? And Damian?” “Maybe.” I narrowed my eyes and grinned. “Well, between the two of us, I think I may be doing more to deserve a spot in the club.” “I’m sure we could talk to Damian about that. It’s his club.” “Yeah, but I can’t fuck him anymore.” Grant reached around with his hand and pulled my hair back from my face. He lifted himself up on an elbow to look down on me. “You know, babe, I just suggested that rule because I thought it might make it easier for you to consider doing this.” I bit my lip, and my heart skipped a beat. Memories of Damian’s body against mine flooded my imagination and sent jolts of want straight to my vagina. No, I can’t. I swallowed hard. “I think it’s probably a good rule.” He kissed my cheek. “If you think so, but if you ever change your mind…” I cut him off while my resolve was still hanging by a thread. “No, it’s a good rule. No repeat performances.” “Ok, love.” He reached behind him to turn off the bedside lamp. “Goodnight, babe,” he whispered. Darkness and his arms enveloped me. “Goodnight,” I said. But I wouldn’t sleep. Not after the prospect of repeat performances had entered my mind. And all because of one, epic fuck that still haunted my body. The lingering brand left on my pussy and my soul by the Biker God.










Mya Joins The Club





Chapter One 

Mya 

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been three weeks since my last confession.” “Tell me your sins, my child.” I bowed my head and took a deep breath. The red cushioned kneeler under my knees failed to comfort me, and the hardwood box around me closed in like a menacing stare of disapproval. My voice cracked as I spoke through the webbing to the priest on the other side. “Well, I… um… had sex.” Heat rushed through my cheeks and cooked my forehead, shoving beads of sweat out through my pores. “My child, sex with your husband is not a sin. It is a sacred act that reflects the love between God and…” “It wasn’t with my husband, Father.” The lump in my throat grew larger, like it wanted to suffocate me. Like it wanted to silence me before I said any more. “Oh, I see...” He paused for what seemed an eternity. In Hell. “Proceed,” he said. “I had sex with another man. Well, actually, four other men.” The priest gasped. Searing shame scraped across my chest and plucked at my heart. I fought to catch my breath. And oddly, at the same time, I felt another sensation. A tingling in my pussy. “Not all at the same time. I mean, the last two were at the same time. But not all four of them.” The tingling increased, moving into my lower abdomen, and my breathing grew heavier. Something about the raw honesty of telling the truth to this priest. Despite what he might think. Just saying it. “I see. Well…” He cleared his throat. “…That’s a lot. Let’s see, for your penance…” “But Father, that isn’t even the worst part. This next part is… so much more depraved.” “Good heavens, my child. What could be more depraved than what you’ve already told me?” “Oh, Father… These men I had sex with… They’re all members of a motorcycle club, and I…” I reached down between my legs, under the hem of my pants, and slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of my panties. They found my clit. And further down, my slippery wet folds. “My child? What have you done?” “I wanted to be in the club so badly, Father…” My nipples hardened against my bra. Through the growing haze of arousal, I heard a voice. “Mya…,” the distant, ethereal voice said. Is that you, God? A soft touch grazed my shoulder. The confessional blurred. “Mya, wake up, babe,” the voice prodded. Light flooded the slits of my parting eyelids. Oh, fuck. My husband smiled down at me. “You were moaning. Having a pleasant dream?” Under the covers, my panties clung to my damp pussy, and my hard nipples brushed the sheets. “It was… a weird dream.” “Well, wake up, sleepyhead. I’ve got something real to show you.” I rubbed my eyes and yawned. “What is it?” “Would you like to see the Asphalt Slayer’s layer?” I dropped my hands onto my chest and squinted at him. “You know where that is?” He painted an exaggerated smugness on his handsome face. “Well, normally, a professional in my industry wouldn’t reveal such things to their spouse. You know, attorney-client privilege and all.” He’s having fun with this. I rolled my eyes. “Mmm hmm.” “But seeing as how you’ve already fucked four members of the club…” Grant held his hand up with an uplifted pointer finger. Oh dear, he’s counting. “Overheard a conversation between me and one of my clients…” He added his middle finger. I could have guessed those two. But a third? “…And let’s see, oh yeah, you got an invitation to come to the club.” Without thinking, I shot straight up in bed. “They invited me?” My heart skipped a beat, and my face flushed. God, Mya, quit acting like a schoolgirl. Grant laughed, his eyes gleaming at me. “Yeah, babe. You’re invited.” I put my hands in my hair. “I’ve got to get myself together. When are we going?” He winked. “As soon as you can get yourself together.”





Chapter Two 

Mya 

I checked my hair for the sixth time in the mirror on the passenger side of Grant’s car. “Do you think I look ok?” I went for cute but tried not to look too eager. My white cotton top tied at the front, showing my cleavage and a bit of my stomach, and my dark Capri jeans hugged my hips. Maybe I look eager. “You look amazing, babe.” The black high heels made my calves pump up at the cuff of the jeans, and with the bit of tan I acquired from our recent beach trip, they looked nice. I look pretty good, but also eager. Fuck. Grant turned down a worn asphalt back alley. It ran behind a row of buildings of various sizes, and chain-link fences walled off some of them from entry. Ahead, the largest of them sat across the alley from a gravel parking lot filled with various motorcycles. “We’re here,” he said. Graffiti decorated the back wall of the two-story red brick structure. A large black sign with “Private. Absolutely no uninvited visitors,” painted in white, hung over the door. I followed Grant inside. Cigarette smoke hung in the air of the dimly lit clubhouse, clouding my view. My eyes adjusted from the bright sunlight outside. Large black-and-white checkered tile covered the floors, and several booths upholstered in tattered black leather lined the wall on one side. The space wrapped like an ‘L’ around a bar where several bikers sat on bar stools. They all glanced over their shoulders at me as we came in, and their eyes looked me up and down. I bit my lip, feeling a flutter in my stomach. A couple of guys stood around a pool table, holding their pool sticks as they eyed me. Two others stopped their foosball game to check me out. It seemed only the three guys throwing darts at a couple of dartboards on the far wall continued without stopping to examine my body. As if snapping out of a trance, a large, gray bearded man at the bar beamed at Grant and reached out to embrace him. “What’s going on, Tiger?” Tiger? My husband has a biker name? Grant hugged the man, and they slapped each other on the back. “Who you got here? She looks way too purty to be your ole’ lady.” The bearded man chuckled, punching Grant in the shoulder. He extended a hand to me. “Hey, ma’am. My name’s ‘Bear’.” Of course, it is. I grinned as I took his hand. “My name is Mya, and I’m Grant’s wife.” I emphasized the ‘wife’ part, hoping Bear would get the hint. Don’t you dare call me an ole’ lady. He cut eyes to the side at Grant and winked. “Ooo-eee, Tiger. You got yourself a looker!” I blushed, feeling the eyes of several others still on me. “Thank you, Bear. You’re a handsome fella yourself.” “Not too honest, though!” Bear joked. A couple of others came over to Grant, giving him a weird handshake and only half pretending not to sneak a closer look at me. The attention made me tingle all over. After they stepped away, I leaned into Grant and whispered in his ear. “You’re definitely in the club.” “Hey, they like my services.” What’s wrong with my services? A wry grin crept over my face. Grant led me over to one of the empty booths. “We can sit here while we wait.” “Wait for what?” He chuckled but didn’t answer. From our seat, I could see the rest of the space. Two male bikers leaned with their backs against the far wall, their jeans down to their ankles. In front of them, two biker chicks squatted, their heads bobbing directly in front of the men’s crotches. My lips parted. What the…? Grant read my face. “They’re hang arounds.” “Am I supposed to know what that means?” His mouth curled up on one side as he raised his eyebrows in mock pretension. “You really need to catch up on your biker lingo if you want to be in the club.” “Very funny. What’s a…. what did you call them?” “Hang around. Women who offer their services freely to club members. Women who want to be in the club.” I grinned and cocked an eyebrow back at him. “Their services?” “Like the ones they’re performing right now.” I rubbed my chin, watching them out of the corner of my eye. “So, Tiger...” I grinned as my husband’s new nickname left my lips. “…As a bona fide Asphalt Slayer yourself, have you ever partaken of said services?” “I’m not really in the club, and besides, I’ve got all a man can handle with my ole’ lady.” I narrowed my eyes at him, shaking my head. “Your ole’ lady is going to cut your nuts off in your sleep if you call her that again.” He laughed out loud. “I know. I’m sorry. You told me once already. I just couldn’t resist.” My eyebrows raised. “Never again. Promise,” he said, drawing a cross over his chest. “You better not, mister. Anyway, back to my question. You really don’t have any interest in these hang arounds?” He leaned back in the booth and looked down at the invisible circles he was drawing on the tabletop. “No, but I have thought quite a lot about watching you play the part.” His words sent a jolt into the space between my thighs. I put a hand up to my mouth and looked at the two women again. Just squatting in plain view, giving blow jobs to those men, while others watched. Or didn’t watch. So casual. So brazen, and yet in that place, so normal. And one of them looked familiar. Blonde pigtails. That’s Angel. “Maybe you can ask Damian about them.” Grant gestured behind me as he grinned in that direction. I froze. Oh, my god. I glared at Grant, wide eyed. You didn’t tell me that… An unforgettable voice – one that had written on my soul with permanent marker - came from behind me and vibrated in my ears. Heat rushed from my chest up into my neck, and my mouth opened to catch my breath. “Tigerrr!” Damian stepped into my peripheral vision, and Grant stood up to meet him. He wrapped my husband in a bro hug, nearly lifting him off the ground. The hair on the back of my neck stiffened. Why is everyone so friendly with Grant? How did he get to be ‘Tiger’? And why the fuck isn’t Damian hugging me? I’m the one who sucked his cock. Who gave him this pussy. Who… “Good to see you, man,” Damian said. “You, too, Axle. You, too.” My eyes hardened, staring straight ahead. Oh, right, it’s ‘Axle’. Axle the fucking Biker God. King of the dumbass motorcycle club. Gimme a break. “So, I’ve got those documents just about ready for you,” Grant said. My eyebrows furrowed as I folded my arms across my chest and tried to hold back my bottom lip from pouting. “That’s great, man. I appreciate it.” They talked about whatever. My insides waged war against each other. Half of me wanted to storm out. The other half wanted to jump Damian in front of everyone, even Grant. And at that moment, I really hated that part of myself. Memories of that hotel room flooded my mind. Try as I might to contain them, they crashed over me like a tidal wave. My pussy clenched with a cellular recollection of Damian’s cock pounding me into oblivion – the sweet soreness that I felt for days afterward. God, I wanted him so much. “Mya?” My husband’s voice cut through my vortex of self-inflicted mind fucking. I looked up at him, my eyes twitching. “Sorry, what was the question?” “Wasn’t there something you wanted to ask Axle about?” Damian slid into the booth next to me and put his arm around me. “What did you want to ask me, sugar?” My heart skipped a beat. In an instant, all my irritation melted away. All my defenses crumbled. I trembled inside, feeling his powerful body envelop me. His lips hovered so close to me, making me shudder with want. “Um, yeah, I…” I gulped and closed my eyes, shaking my head. Mya, look at his eyes. Just his fucking eyes. Opening my eyes back up, I managed to lift my gaze, only to meet the sea of gorgeous, mischievous blue in his. Not better. “I wanted to know about the… um… hang-arounds?” Damian nudged himself just a little closer to me, enough for me to feel his body touching mine, and he rested his hand on my opposite shoulder, pulling me in. My pussy contracted with yearning. “Oh, well, yeah. Lots of girls want to be part of the club. Easiest way they can get involved is to be a hang around. Which is kind of like a prostitute, I guess, except they don’t get paid. They just like to fuck and suck cock, and that’s what they sign up for.” My eyes disobeyed and fell to his lips again. “Uh huh,” I said. I like to fuck and suck cock…especially yours. “There’s an initiation for a girl that wants to be a hang around. It’s basically a gang bang. That’s not a universal motorcycle club thing, but we’re a pretty sexual bunch…” He lowered his gaze to mine and his eyes burned into me. “…as you’re well aware.” A nervous laugh erupted in my chest and burst through my lips. A laugh that, I thought, sounded way too amused for his little comment. I reeled it in as hard as I could and lowered my eyes towards the table. Mya, really? “Of course, we might be rough around the edges, but we have standards. Everybody gets tested. All the members and all the potential hang arounds. Nobody fucks unless they’re clean. Just about everybody is, except for poor Joe over there.” He pointed, and my eyes followed the line of his finger. A finger that had been all over my body. I wanted to fall into him. Wanted to plant my lips on his neck. But I tried to play like I could follow the conversation. In the corner Damian pointed to, a rough-looking guy with nappy salt and pepper hair slapped the table and laughed. He threw his head back and put a hand on his chest, unable to contain his amusement. “Nobody fucks Joe, but he seems to be ok about it. Stays high a lot.” Damian pulled his finger back and laid his gorgeous, rugged hand on the table. “I feel bad for the guy, but it’s for the good of the club. Lot of horny dudes in this club. And women.” He chuckled. “And none of them like to use condoms. Can’t have somebody spreading the clap.” My eyes felt heavy, like I was drunk, and my limbs felt like jelly, ready to surrender to him. I glanced over at Grant, hoping he still loved me. I knew Damian’s effect on me had to be obvious to my husband. He knew me so well. But he just smiled at me with a soothing warmth in his eyes.
Damian’s voice pulled me right back. “So, did the Cox brothers take good care of you?” My face flushed with heat. I wasn’t sure why. Embarrassment? I imagined Damian knew at least some of what happened. Did he think less of me? Did they all talk about me? “Um, yeah, th…they did. Take good care of me. I mean, my car.” He patted my shoulder. “Good. I wouldn’t trust my bike with anyone else. That’s one of my rules.” “Well, you know what they say about rules,” Grant interjected. My heart stopped, and I pressed my lips together. Grant’s grin covered the entire width of his face. He looked at Damian, but I knew his remark was for me. He seemed to be quite entertained, watching me squirm, seeing me on the edge. And he was trying to push me over. I shouldn’t. I can’t. “Well, we gotta go. Right, babe?” I blurted out. “Oh, I don’t think we have to…” I cut him off. “Yes, we need to go.” Damian patted me on the shoulder again and squeezed me, sending another surge of heat through my body. Oh god, I hate my conscience. “Great to see you two. Come again anytime. Y’all are like family now.” Come again. Anytime. Fuck!





Chapter Three 

Mya 

Back in the car, I fumbled with Grant’s belt buckle while he attempted to drive. My heartbeat pounded in my chest as images of Damian’s naked body continued to pummel my thoughts. All my mental fortitude proved insufficient to defend myself. “Someone is feeling feisty. I like it,” Grant said. “Shut up and pull over somewhere. I need your cock.” I ripped his belt out of the loops and tugged at his zipper, barely concerned about cars around us or our safety. “Ok, ok. Let me get somewhere we won’t get arrested.” I unearthed the tip of his cock from his underwear and bent over to take it in my mouth. He reached over me and held the steering wheel, continuing to drive. I began sucking, bobbing up and down on him, and pushing back his underwear further with each thrust of my neck, freeing more of his cock. “We need to visit the club more often.” Grant stopped the car. “Let’s get in the back seat,” he said. He had pulled behind an abandoned building surrounded by trees. I had no idea where we were, and I didn’t care. I just needed him to fuck me. Hard. Fuck these thoughts out of my head. While he got out of the car, hard dick hanging out, I dove over the center console and into the back seat, pulling my Capri jeans and panties down. He re-entered through the back driver’s side door. “Babe, I need you to pound this pussy,” I pleaded. “Yes, ma’am.” He lined up behind me, and I stuck my ass up for him to take me. His cock slid into my soaking wet slit easily. My mouth fell open. Pound that fucking pussy, Grant. Beat it up. Gripping my hips, he slammed his cock into my throbbing hole. Oh god, yes. “I’m going to cum quick,” I hissed. He groaned. “Mmm, my wife is all horny from being around the Biker God.” I snapped at him, “No talking! Just fuck me!” He pounded harder, and my pussy clenched around his cock. “Fuckkk!” We moaned together, and I knew a powerful idea - one I wasn’t ready to talk about - had stirred us both. We were thinking obsessively about Damian fucking me again. His cock throbbed, pressing against my inner walls, and my whole lower body clenched around him. And we both came. Hard. Our bodies shook together as Grant spilled his seed into me. For a moment, the unbearable edge slipped away, and I could breathe. I knew it would be back soon and stronger. I needed something or someone to fix this. “That was hot,” Grant said. I looked back at him, my eyes tingling as though about to mist. “What’s wrong, babe?” he asked. “I don’t know. I just…” I hugged my arms across my chest, still bent over with my bare ass in his face. “Is it hot? It is, right?” “Babe, it’s so hot. Like, look at us. We’re fucking like teenagers who can’t get enough.” “I know, I just… It scares me. I am becoming ravenous. Insatiable.” “What’s wrong with that?” he asked. “Are you really ok with it? I’m not sure this is ok. Like, maybe something is wrong with me.” “No, babe. Nothing is wrong with you.” He pulled me up from my doggy-style pose into a sitting position and cum ran out of me onto his seat. I would have tried to stop it, but I knew he didn’t care. He wrapped his arm around me. “What do you need?” “I wish someone could fuck this out of me, but the more sex I’m having, it’s like the more I want. My body just keeps getting more and more hungry for it.” “Hmmm,” he said. He pulled my head onto his shoulder. I could feel his wheels turning. “What?” I asked. “I was just thinking about what you said.” “What part?” “About someone fucking it out of you.” “What about that?” He stroked my hair and squeezed me tighter. Oh, God, what is he thinking? “What are you concocting in your head?” He chuckled. Fuck, I knew it. “Well, I was just thinking about the hang around initiation. Like, what if you…” He paused. My lower body flushed with heat, and my heartbeat quickened. I knew where he was going, and the scary part was, on some subconscious level, I had been thinking the same thing. But I needed him to say it. “Go ahead.” “What if you just let your body go and gave it over to those men at that club? Just let them use you for sex? Get fucked by, I don’t know, a dozen or more guys in whatever way they wanted to fuck you. Maybe that would fill a hole.” “Or several.” I smirked. And quietly high-fived myself in my head. I’m normally not that quick with witty comebacks.
“But Mya, some of those guys aren’t that handsome. And some of them might fuck you pretty rough.” “I don’t know why, but all that is hot to me.” “Yeah?” “Yeah, it’s like something about me not fucking for the sexual attraction. Just letting my body get used. Being a total…” I swallowed hard and lowered my voice. “…a total whore.” My pussy throbbed, pushing more of Grant’s cum out of me. “Maybe that would help me shake this thing.” “The thing where you desperately want to fuck Axle again?” I whimpered and flapped my hand against Grant’s chest. “Grant!” He laughed, “What babe? I’m just saying. It’s ok that you want to.” “It’s not. It’s not ok.” He stroked my hair some more and planted a kiss on the top of my head. “Ok, babe. If you say so.” I took a deep breath. “I think I need to do it.” “Yeah?” “Yeah, I need to just let those grungy biker boys take my body and have their way with it.” My chest fluttered. Oh, God, this sounds so hot. “How do you feel about this idea?” “I think my cock is already hard again.” I slipped my hand between his legs to verify. And yes, it was. I grinned. Ok. Time for Mya Truelove to join the Asphalt Slayers.





Chapter Four 

Mya 

As I climbed out of the passenger’s side of Grant’s car, planting my stiletto heel into the gravel of the Asphalt Slayer club parking lot, the night air kissed my hard nipples and brushed across my bare labia. Grant wanted me to ride to the initiation naked and walk in that way. In the car, he had struggled to keep both hands on the wheel, and I had struggled to keep my hands off my electrified body. He took me by the hand and led me across the parking lot. My tits jiggled with my steps, and all the muscles in my legs and ass flexed. I had such a heightened awareness of my body, as if every cell was vibrating on a radio frequency that broadcast my aching hunger to be fucked. I cast glances to my left and right, half expecting fate to expose me, bringing one of my most conservative friends to this alley by accident. Being naked on a balcony at a distant beach resort had been one thing. This was so much more. This was my hometown. So many people knew me here. The thought of seeing one of them terrified me. And thrilled me. Anyone who saw me would surely know what was about to happen. Some woman walking naked in heels across a parking lot into the back of a motorcycle club wasn’t there to sell them insurance. I couldn’t remember any other time in my life where I felt that much fear and excitement mixed like a volcanic time bomb in my pussy. I took a deep breath as Grant pulled me into the club. My eyes widened at the mob of bikers standing inside. As soon as we entered, they all turned to face us and began cheering. They clapped and whistled. Someone hollered, “Yeah, bring that pussy to pound town!” A few laughed. I felt truly objectified, nervous, and yet somehow safe. These men were gritty, rough, even rude. And yet, I believed they would not hurt me. At least, not in some way I couldn’t recover from. They all knew I was “Axle’s girl.” Whatever that meant. I didn’t know, but still, it comforted me. The men closest to the door backed away and formed an aisle through them that Grant led me along. As he did, the cheers grew louder, as if leading to some sort of crescendo. Some stomped the floor, sending vibrations up through my stilettos and into my calves. My heart raced, and my lower body vibrated with hot electric hunger. The room had been cleared of the pool table and foosball table. In their place, someone had set up a large waist-high block. As I got closer, I noticed the block narrowed on one end, and a thin cushion covered the top. It reminded me of something I had seen at a gymnastics center once. I guess that’s where I’ll be. Close to it, a single steel highchair sat facing the block. Damian stood behind the chair, resting his hands on the back of it. He smiled and winked at me as I approached. I felt so many things. Like a lamb led to slaughter. And like a prisoner about to be set free. Like the last remnants of a facade I’d been hiding behind were about to be shattered. And with Grant holding my hand. Somehow, I had never felt a deeper love for him than in that moment. Damian lifted a hand and brought the room to a restrained hum. No one spoke, but I could feel the lust in the air. It undulated like sound waves in my ears. “Ok, listen, everybody. We need to lay some ground rules. This one is here to be fucked, but you’re not treating her like any hang around. No biting, cutting, or punching.” Oh my god, they do that? He smirked and looked at me. “Just messing with you. They don’t do shit like that to anyone.” I narrowed my eyes at him and smirked back, sticking out my tongue. A few bikers laughed. He raised his hand, quieting them again. “Point is, motherfuckers, play nice. Got it?” The group answered with a loud, grunting cheer, and fell silent again. “So, you know your groups. Small dicks in the ass group. Big dicks in the pussy group. The rest of you are feeding her.” He winked again at me, causing my heart to flutter. “Her safe word is ‘Tiger’. Make sure you’re listening to her, and if she says that word, everything stops immediately.” Damian came over to me and rested his hands on my shoulders. “Ready to become an Asphalt Slayer?” I swallowed hard and pressed my heels onto the floor. You’ve got this, Mya. I straightened my back and stood up tall, looking firmly into his eyes. “Fuck, yes.” Damian gestured back to the chair. “Tiger, want to take your seat?” Grant moved over to the highchair and sat down. As he did, I pressed my shoulders back and my tits out, looking around the room at the crowd of hungry men. Let’s do this. As if out of nowhere, Gears and Rebel showed up on my left and right. Rebel leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “We’ve got you, Mya. We’ll be right here the whole time, and if you need things to stop, just say ‘Tiger’ and we’ll shut it down, ok?” My heart warmed at the unexpected consideration of these burly, unpolished men. I nodded. “Thanks for taking care of me… Again.” They placed their hands on my back and under my thighs, bent over, and lifted me off the ground. The cheering resumed as they carried me to the block, turned me around, and set me down on it. “Lay back,” Rebel instructed. “I need to get you ready.” He pulled out a familiar bottle as I obeyed. My head rested in the narrower part of the block, and I tilted my head back and turned towards the line of bikers forming near my head. They tossed jeans to the side and stroked their cocks, getting ready for my mouth. While Gears lifted my legs, Rebel applied a generous amount of lube to my asshole and began massaging the opening with a finger. My pussy, I knew, would be fine. My juices had been running down my leg from the moment Grant and I stepped inside the club. The first biker in the oral group stepped up, and I reached out with my hand to take his hard cock in my hand. Before I took him to my lips, I wanted to see Grant’s face one last time. My Tiger. I wanted to be sure this was ok with him. I reached up for Gears arm and pressed to ask him to step aside so I could see Grant. Gears did, and I saw my husband. Sitting there, beaming with boyish glee. His eyes met mine, and he mouthed, “I love you.” I knew that face. That look. It was the same one I saw across from me on our wedding day 10 years ago. The moment he said, “I do.” And there was something more. Something smoldering and feral. It sent hot ripples from my pussy up into my chest. I mouthed back. “I love you, too.”





Chapter Five 

Grant 

The throbbing heat in my cock had gotten too intense to keep under wraps any longer. I slid my ass to the end of the highchair, unzipped my pants and let them drop to my ankles. Reaching down into my underwear, I felt the moisture of my pre-cum on the inside of the crotch, and I dug my fingers under my pulsing shaft to work it out from its fabric restraints. It sprung forcefully into the electric air of the club, and I wrapped my fingers around the hot, taut skin, causing the insides of my chest to quiver. Nothing could compare to the high I felt, looking at my wife lying on her back, surrounded by a sea of horny bikers, all ready to fuck her. She was so hot. In the early years of our marriage, I puzzled over how I could have scored such a gorgeous wife, but she slowly convinced me to see myself through her eyes. To see how much she loved me. I even believed in her sexual desire for me. I still hadn’t figured out my own thinking about all these new dynamics. Why did I find it so exciting for her to fuck other men? Maybe it was pride. It felt something like that. Sure, I loved that such a gorgeous woman chose me. But Mya was more than a pretty shell, and I wanted people to see it. These bikers were about to find out that my hot wife loved to fuck. That she had a juggernaut of pussy power between her legs. Somehow, I knew it when I met her. Buried underneath the rules that society had laid on her, a wild minx waited to be liberated. It’s what attracted me to her. I appreciated many things about Mya, but her sexual fire is what drew me like a moth. It took ten years to convince her to let go of what she was supposed to be. To just be herself. But here we were. Finally. I reached down and pushed my pants over my shoes and off. I wanted to move around to get a perfect view of Mya. And I wanted her to be able to see me, to know I was there with her. Rebel had managed a second finger into her asshole, and Mya had pulled a biker up to her head and taken his cock in her mouth. On the other side of the block from me, a couple of bikers stepped up and explored her naked body with their hands. Groping her fabulous tits and playing with her nipples. Another biker joined Rebel in holding her right leg up and open. Gears stood near me, holding her left leg open. They had her spread open wide, so ready to be fucked. I moved to my left to get a good look at her pussy. It glistened with her juices under the spotlight that shone down from the club ceiling onto her naked body. All around her, bikers stood in the shadows, stroking their cocks. They had formed three groups just as Damian had instructed, and all of them took care to make room for me to see everything. My fingers caressed the pumping vein on the underside of my cock. The head pounded with an almost painful amount of pressure, and with each beat, a wave of intoxicating pleasure rolled from the tip down my shaft and into my lower abdomen. It traveled up into my chest and rocketed into my brain, lighting up my dopamine receptors. Mya’s lips slid up and down the shaft of the first biker as she gripped it with the circle of her thumb and forefinger. Her head bobbed with a fervor, like she wanted to milk his cum into her mouth. I hummed with satisfaction. So slutty. Rebel turned his head back to the anal group. “She’s ready,” he announced. A shorter biker stepped up with his cock in his hand. I was still learning all their names, but I think this one was called “Mouse.” He had a smaller cock, perfect for her ass, but plenty hard. Rebel and Gears lifted her hips up in their hands as Mouse positioned himself between them and slipped his cock into her asshole. As he did, Mya popped her mouth off the cock she was sucking and gasped. “Yesss, fuck that slutty asshole,” she hissed. Hearing her say it caused my cock to pulse. I continued to stroke it gently, not wanting to cum. I wanted to savor the edge and stay there the entire time until the end. She returned to sucking on the first cock, and Mouse slowly built up momentum, thrusting into her ass, causing her body to rock with each bump into it. Mya hummed around the cock in her mouth, and the biker she was sucking moaned. His head fell back. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he said. Mya chuckled through the enclosure of her lips. So cute. And so naughty. She was proud of herself. Good little cock-sucking whore. Heat shot through my shaft and burned at the tip. I stopped touching my cock, clenched my Kegel muscles, and tried to slow my breathing. Fuck, I almost blew too soon. The sound of Mouse slapping into Mya’s asshole echoed off the ceiling, and he groaned as the veins in his neck puffed up. “Fucckkk!” Yes, take that cum, baby. While Mouse unloaded into her ass, Mya kept to her oral game. She rolled up off one shoulder and reached out to grip the hip of the guy she was sucking. He howled and his body shook as she took him like a champ, sucking him dry. His eyes were wide as he stumbled back into his group. “Holy shit,” he muttered. I grinned with pride. Fuck yeah, baby. She licked her lips and glanced at me. Her eyes narrowed, fiery with lust, and she nodded her head at me. This was what she wanted. What she needed. The devilish slut inside of her was breaking free and soaring. My heart pounded, and my cock throbbed. As Mouse backed away, looking happy and drained, Gears pointed to the pussy group. A taller biker stepped up from that herd. I recognized him. They called him “Shotgun”. And the one they call “Buffalo” moved from the oral group up near her head.
She scooted herself closer to the edge to position her head under Buffalo’s shaft, and she licked him from the base, just above his balls, all the way up the underside to the tip. Then she flicked the tip of her tongue at the bottom of his swollen head. Her eyes burned as she looked up at him, seducing him with a wanton eye fuck. Gears and Rebel braced their stance on the floor and gripped Mya’s legs tightly as if preparing for something. Shotgun slipped his cock into her pussy, pushing it balls deep inside her. She whimpered, “yesss,” then tried to return her lips to the underside of Buffalo’s shaft. Then Shotgun sped up. Mya’s mouth fell open, and she cried with pained delight. “Oh god, yesss!” My cock throbbed at the sound of her unbridled delight, and I dared to touch it again. Shotgun’s thrusts hammered at the insides of her thighs, and her whole body jerked under each impactful pounding. She looked up from Buffalo’s cock and into Shotgun’s eyes. Her hand took over for her mouth, stroking Buffalo, but Shotgun had captured her body’s attention with his powerful storm on her pussy. Her mouth hung open in a quiet yelp of bliss, and she nodded her head, her eyes locked on his. “Yes, fuck that pussy,” she growled through gritted teeth. The clapping sound of their crotches smacking together grew louder and quicker. Her head fell back, and she wailed, “I’m going to cum!” She clung to Buffalo’s cock like a railing, and her back arched off the table, pressing her bouncing tits up into the air. I took my fingers off my cock again. Another close call. Tears formed in the corners of Mya’s eyes as she howled, “Oh fuckkk, I’m cumming!” Her pussy must have clenched around Shotgun and taken him with her, because he groaned loudly, and all his visible muscles tensed. His chest heaved, and he doubled over. “Fuck!” he yelled. Her body quivered with the repeated shock waves of her orgasm as he pulled out of her and his cum ran out of her pussy. So hot. What was it about seeing another man’s cum running out of her? I knew it had something to do with her breaking some unwritten rule. Her married pussy full of another man’s cum. Heat flooded up through my neck into my skull as I looked at it, creamy and glistening, running down into her ass crack. Gears pointed to the anal group, inviting another to step up. They alternated like that. One fucking her in the ass. The next fucking her in her pussy. I lost count of how many men ended up fucking her and how many she sucked. I don’t know how many men came inside of her, but their cum ran off the edge of the table and formed a large puddle on the floor. I did keep count of her orgasms. Seventeen. Seventeen times my wife came on the cocks of bikers she didn’t know. I knew for a fact she had never come that many times before. Not even close. Not even with Damian. When they finished fucking her, she looked drunk with euphoria, her eyes glazed, her skin ruddy and shimmering with her sweat. But they weren’t done. Rebel bent down and pushed some button on the side of the block. It buzzed with a mechanical sound and started to lower. Ok, that’s cool. As they did, several bikers stepped forward, stroking their cocks. Mya placed her feet together and let her legs and arms fall open to her sides as if she knew what they were about to do. Her head tilted back, and she closed her eyes. One biker grunted as he fisted his cock with a fury. The tip reddened and white jizz shot out from it onto Mya’s stomach. “Yesss,” she purred. Another came, this one spraying on her tits. And then another, also on her tits. One by one, they stepped up – those that still had it in them. Her inner thighs, stomach, tits, and neck glistened with layer upon layer of their cum. She lifted her hands to her body and ran her fingers through it, drawing it up to her hard nipples and massaging it into her areolas. My shaft felt like granite between my fingers, and my taut ball sack ached with need to empty. Maybe it was her woman’s intuition. Maybe her sixth sense from being married to me for ten years. She reached out for me, and I walked over to her, my hard cock cutting through the air. “Hey, baby,” she cooed, looking up at me. “Bring that cock over here.” I placed it on her lips, and she opened them. “I love this cock,” she hummed. Her tongue slipped out and lapped lazily at the hot vein underneath. My eardrums panged with heat. My whole body pounded with anticipation. “Babe, I’m going to cum if you keep doing that. I’ve been edging this whole time.” She chuckled and turned to open her mouth and take me in. “I want to drink you.” Her voice lilted with dreamy drunken bliss. I moved my cock into her mouth, and her lips wrapped around the hot skin of my shaft. My chest filled with a sweet, scalding pressure. “Oh, fuck,” I groaned. Her tongue snuggled up around my undergirth as she slid her lips down my shaft towards my base. That was all it took. All the concentrated force of 100 orgasms joined into an explosive nucleus of pleasure. It shot from deep in my belly and blew out through my cock into her mouth. She hummed happily as my seed squirted into her mouth. “Fuckkkkk!” I yelled. My cock pumped and pumped, and with each ejection of hot seed, my spine vibrated like a channel of liquid lust, lighting up my brain. She caressed my hip with her hand as she drank every last drop.
My legs buckled. Rebel stepped up behind me, placing a hand on my back. “You ok, there, Tiger?” He laughed. “She got you good, huh?” I looked down at her. My heart swelled with warmth as I looked on her cum covered body and into her beautiful eyes. Yeah, she got me good. And I love her so much.





Chapter Six 

Mya 

I leaned over the kitchen sink wearing my favorite bathrobe, my skin still vibrating from the previous night’s buffet of scandalous sex. All my openings ached with a delicious soreness. I felt weightless, boneless, light, and drunk. Silly and giddy and wondering when I would wake up from the dream. Grant’s hands slid around my waist, and his lips pressed into my neck. “Good morning, Tigress.” I chuckled. They picked the perfect name for me. No matter how many cocks I took, there was one cock for me above all others. One man alone who owned my heart. My Tiger. “How are you feeling this morning?” he asked. “Good. Sore.” He chuckled softly into my neck. “Grateful,” I added. His hands slipped around to my stomach and pulled me back into his embrace. “I love you, babe,” he said. “I love you, too.” “So, did that do the trick?” I had almost forgotten the unbearable hunger from my first visit to the club. This incredible satiation and afterglow had washed it away. “Yeah, I think maybe it did.” He kissed the back of my head. “Good. I’m glad.” I thought about the night. All the bodies. All the cocks. My eyes narrowed. But where was Damian? He had been there for the beginning, but after things started, I never saw him again. In a way, I was relieved not to have noticed. Maybe I was over him. Although, why would he have left? “Something on your mind?” Grant asked, his nose nestling in my hair. Fucking mind reader. “I just don’t remember seeing Damian after things started.” “Oh, yeah, he left.” “Oh.” “He told me he wouldn’t be able to stay once things started. Too hard for him to watch and not take part.” Huh. “He likes fucking the initiates that much?” Grant chuckled. “No, babe. He likes fucking you that much.” My stomach tightened and a warm tingle rolled through my sore pussy. Dammit to hell. Grant read my mind again. “You know what they say about rules, babe.” My nipples hardened inside the bathrobe. They were made to be broken.










Mya, A Hotwife Reclaimed





Chapter One 

I sat at the epicenter of my life’s most earth-shattering moments. Where I met the biker my husband wanted me to fuck. Where my best friend found out. But those moments paled in comparison to the one I was about to face. The one in which my husband almost died in front of me. One by one, my girlfriends all piled into our favorite extra-large booth at the Slow Ride Bar and Grill, but unlike all the other times, Grant came with me. “Grant, so nice to see you!” Taylor said. “What’s the special occasion?” Well, my amazing husband just let me fuck a whole club of bikers, and he wanted to come today, sooo... I turned to Grant and smiled. “I don’t know. What’s the occasion, honey?” He put his arm around me. “I’ve just really been feeling you lately, and I wanted to see you for lunch.” The girls all cooed. “Oh my god, that’s so sweet,” Rachel said. “I hope I’m not barging in on girl time,” Grant said. “Well, you kinda are,” Aimee said, winking. Grant laughed. Everyone knew Aimee loved Grant for being such a great husband to me. In her book, few men would have been good enough to marry me, but Grant passed all her tests with flying colors. Aimee threw up her hands, still smirking. “I tell ya, you let a guy marry your best friend, and they get all comfortable and think they can just barge in on your girl time with her.” Grant grinned as he shook his head and furrowed his eyebrows. “So rude. Who would do that?” Aimee threw a wadded-up wet napkin at him. But being a terrible shot, she overthrew, and the wad hit a guy at the next table in the back of the head. She put a hand to her mouth to stifle her laugh. “Oh, shit.” “Nice shot, Aimee,” Taylor jibed. The man stood up, pushing his chair back. Oh, shit, is right. His bald head gleamed under the red and white glow of the Slow Ride’s colorful ambiance, and the rips in his jean jacket widened across his back under the strain of his flexing muscles. “Umm, Aimee…” Rachel said through gritted teeth. Aimee’s face turned pale white. He looked at our table, turned back to mumble something to the guys at his table, and then looked back at us, pointing, and still mumbling. Wrinkles creased his forehead, and foam from his beer lingered in his unkempt beard. He clenched the wet wad in his fist as he approached our table. “Which one of you fuckwads threw this?” he growled. No one spoke up. Or even looked up. He grabbed the nearest arm. Mine. Lucky me. “Ok, was it this bitch?” Grant jumped up and put his hand on the guys shoulder. His big, bulging shoulder. “C’mon, man, it was just an accident.” The guy pulled himself away from Grant’s touch and turned to look down into his face. The veins in the guy’s neck flared. “Trying to be a hero, little man?” Aimee blurted out, “It was me, ok? I’m sorry. I was trying to throw…” But the guy wasn’t listening. His eyes burned a hole into Grant. And bless his heart, my husband wasn’t backing down. Grant put on his best attorney’s stare with this hulk of a man. My husband had stood up to many bullies in a courtroom and won. But this was different. Here, there were no rules. No procedure. No decorum. He’s going to die. My husband is going to die. The bald hulk’s fiery eyes widened as he reared back to clobber Grant. I lurched out from my seat and laid a hand on his giant chest. “Please, no! Don’t hurt him!” The asshole just pushed me back down. Grant’s eyes and jaw hardened, and he balled up his fists in front of him like it was some kind of playground fist fight. Oh my god, he’s going to kill you, honey. The widow-making ogre turned back to Grant and again, pulled back his arm, ready to level Grant with a death blow, but his swing stopped in mid-air, and he winced. “Oowww, fuck!” He turned to face the stranger who had caught his bulging tricep in their bare hand. But it wasn’t a stranger. It was the Biker God. My heart swelled. Damian. The bearded ogre tried to pull his arm free from Damian’s grip, jerking and wincing. “Ahhh, dammit!” Then he tried to push his elbow at Damian, but the Biker God stood firm and balanced, glaring at our assailant with steely eyes. My pussy tingled and my heart raced as I watched. Get him, Damian. Something I would never have said out loud. But Damian did. He stepped into the giant, bent down, and clasped his belt with his free hand. Then he got under him and lifted him up over his head. Bald ogre’s friends sat stunned while the rest of the bar cheered. Damian started for the door while the human knapsack protested, “What the fuck, dude!!” Damian’s nostrils flared. “Shouldn’t have messed with Tiger, shitbag. You’re lucky I’m letting you leave in one piece.” One of the bar girls held the door open for Damian, and he dropped the bald jerk, shoving him out the door. “Don’t ever come back, motherfucker!” Damian batted his hands together as if knocking the jerk’s dust off him. I smirked. All the girls at the table watched Damian with rapt attention. Taylor’s face and neck flushed, and Aimee caressed her collarbone with soft finger strokes. Rachel’s tongue peeked out to lick the bottom of her parted lips. Grant grinned and shook his head at Damian. Then he opened his arms wide for an Asphalt Slayers’ bro hug. “Man, you’re a lifesaver!” Damian wrapped him in his burly arms. “You ok, man?” “Yeah, thanks to you.” He released Grant and came over to me, putting a hand on my shoulder and peering into my eyes. “You ok, Mya?” My face and ears burned, and I swallowed hard as I looked up into his eyes. “Y…yeah, I’m ok. I’m glad you showed up. I thought Grant was a dead man.” I glanced to the side at Grant. “Sorry, honey.” He smiled. “I had him right where I wanted him. Axle just spared him of a Grant Truelove ass whooping.” Everyone laughed. Including me. My husband was truly a hilarious man. Damian turned to the ogre’s table. “Anyone else got any stupid ideas?” One held his hands up in surrender like Damian was pointing a gun at him, and they all shook their heads with a vigorous “no”. “Good. Tell your dumbass friend he better not lay a finger on Tiger or Mya again, or it’ll be the last thing he does.” The guy with the raised hands used one of them to give Damian a salute. Damian rolled his eyes as he turned back to our table. Once his back was to them, a wry grin spread across his face. “I don’t think you’ll have any more trouble from that guy.” His hand rested on my shoulder again, and it sent warm electric waves through my body. Keeping my composure in front of my friends took everything I had. All I wanted was to get on my knees in front of him, take out his cock, and suck it in front of everyone. “You ladies doing ok?” His hand massaged my shoulder while his eyes moved one by one to each of them. My eyelids twitched in tandem with my heart as I tried to steady my breath. Wetness pooled in my panties. They all nodded and giggled like schoolgirls. “Well, I gotta take care of some things. Good to have you ladies in here.” He turned to Tiger and fist bumped him. “You, too, Tiger.” As he walked away, Rachel leaned forward and lowered her voice at me. “Mya…” Grant started his invisible circle drawing thing on the table as he gloated from his bromance. I held my gaze on him like he was a life preserver. I’ve got to quit coming here. Rachel tapped her fingers on the table. “Hey, Blondielocks, I’m talking to you. Wanna tell me how in the hell you both know him on a first name basis?” I glanced up. Taylor’s narrowing eyes cut sideways at Aimee who held her glass up in front of her mouth. “Aimee looks suspicious. What’s that about?” Grant smiled at me and then attempted a straight face. “Well, ladies, I hate to cut out, but I better scoot before anyone else dares to go to Truelove pound town.” The girls chuckled at Grant, and Rachel pressed her lips together in mock disapproval. “Mmm hmm, just like a man. Run out when things get a little too real.” “I plead the fifth,” he responded, waving as he stood up. He leaned over to kiss me and whispered in my ear, “Good luck.” Fucker. My girlfriends watched in excruciating silence as he left. Taylor broke it. “Ok, which of you two bitches is gonna spill the beans on the obvious big secret you’ve been keeping from us.” Aimee and I locked eyes. I took a deep breath and sighed. “It’s a long story.” Rachel cocked an eyebrow and curled her lips to the side, folding her arms across her chest. “Oh, no worries, girl. I got all day.”





Chapter Two 

“Well, great, now all my friends know that I’m a whore.” My elbows rested on our kitchen table, and my face fell into my hands. “I’d say all your friends wish they could be you. I saw the way they looked at Axle.” Grant put down the newspaper. I shook my head and chuckled. He’s not wrong. “Now that the cat’s out of the bag, how do you feel?” The back of the chair caught me as I collapsed back into it and exasperated breath spewed through my vibrating lips, making a long motorboat sound. How do I feel? “You know, I thought I’d be mortified when this happened.” “And…” “I kinda feel relieved.” My shoulders relaxed, and I shook my head. “And I’m a little disturbed about that.” The last several weeks flew by like a whirlwind. How had I warped from a fine, upstanding married woman to a total cock-addicted slut? And more surprising, why was I so settled into it? Why did it feel so natural to be this person? And why was I more and more willing to let people know about it? “I mean, maybe the word spreads. ‘Mya Truelove is a tramp.’ Maybe one or two of my fair weather friends distances themselves from me. Talks shit behind my back.” I shrugged. “I think I’m ok with that. It’s just a relief not to have to hide anymore.” That mischievous smirk crept onto Grant’s face. “It kinda gives you license to let your hair down.” “I think it’s already down.” He looked down and tilted his head to the side as if contemplating. “Eh, not all the way down.” “What could be more reckless than telling my friends I got gang banged by a whole motorcycle club?” Grant’s smirk spread into a wide grin. Dammit, you just will not let this go. “No,” I said. “C’mon, Mya. You know you want to.” “It doesn’t matter.” “I saw the way you were looking at him.” “Right. I know. I can’t help it. My body wants him. But we have rules.” “You have rules.” I sighed. “Grant, it’s such a bad idea. Like a really horrible, terrible idea.” “Would you feel better about breaking the rule if I was there to watch? Because I could certainly embrace that as a valid exception to our contract.” Great, now he’s speaking legalese to me. “Why do you think it’s such a bad idea, Mya?” I started drawing the invisible circles on the table. Hmm, I see why he likes doing this. “It’s just…” How can I say this? I glanced up at him. “Babe, fucking Damian was different.” He leaned forward, put his elbows on the table, and rested his chin on his enclosed hands. His eyes softened and melted into mine. God, when he does this… My gaze dropped to my drawing finger, and my voice lowered. “I just… the way he fucked me… it was like, being taken.” Grant’s Adam’s apple bobbed behind his hands. “I can’t say that I didn’t like it. I did. I liked it too much.” “Mya, it’s ok. It’s ok to tell me.” The backs of my eyeballs prickled, and I swallowed. “I’m scared of how it makes me feel, honey.” He reached a hand across the table with an open palm, beckoning for mine. I sighed and lowered my hand into his. The warmth of his flesh soothed me. “Listen to me, babe. When we started this, did you think it was going to tear us apart?” “I don’t know. Yeah, I was scared of that.” “But it hasn’t.” I glanced up at him from my lowered head. “Not yet.” “And it won’t. Can I tell you how I feel about you now?” My neck pulled my head back on my shoulders like a turtle retreating into its shell, and my eyes closed. “Awww, honey. I’ve never felt closer to you. Like somehow, I knew this was in you all along. All this time. But it’s like you were hiding yourself from me. From yourself. You were cut off. But now you’re not. You’re open.” My eyebrows raised and my cheeks puffed from the air I held in. That’s one way to put it. I blew the air out. “Maybe too open.” He shook his head. “No, babe. This has been so good for us. And us facing the part of you that belongs to Damian’s cock isn’t going to break us.” I bit my lip. Belongs. My pussy shivered as if agreeing with my husband. With that word. And I hated it. I hated the mere suggestion that I had given any real part of myself to anyone else but my husband.
“Grant… I’m yours. Yours alone. I don’t ever want to lose that.” “You’re not losing that. You’re not losing me. And yes, you are mine. Your heart is mine. Your soul is mine. But your body…” Don’t say it. “Your body has two masters.” A tear formed in the corner of my eye. Grant got up, came around to me, and pulled me into his embrace. “It’s ok, babe. I wanted this. I’m not scared. To me, this is only a path to a deeper connection between us.” “But I am scared.” “I know.” Part of me wished I could step into a time machine and go back to before this all started. That I could somehow undo all of this. But another part - a deeper part - believed Grant’s words. And his heart. I felt more myself with him than I ever had. I pinched myself every day, because it seemed too good to be true, but every day, the amazing reality of it settled in a bit more. To the point that I had relaxed into it. Trusted it. Trusted us. He whispered in my ear. “I’m thinking about you opening your body up to him. Giving that part of yourself to him. Your head thrown back in ecstasy. Doing it in front of me.” His hold on me slackened, and he stood up, unbuckling his belt. His hard cock popped out, and the stain of his pre-cum – the same one that had compelled me to believe him the first time he proposed this insane journey – swayed me again. “Oh my god, Grant, this is so crazy.” “It is. And that’s why it’s so perfect. How many couples just stagnate and exist, grow old, letting the thrill of life fade into the distance. But we’re stepping out into this crazy adventure that we’re on together! And this is the highlight of the trip, babe. My wife surrendering her body to a man her pussy worships. Doing it in front of me. No hiding. No running. The raw truth.” A fresh bead of pre-cum surfaced at the opening of his swollen head. I bent over to lick it. The familiar, slight sweetness on my tongue comforted me. I cradled the head in my fingers, nuzzling my cheek against it, letting the wetness on it seep into my skin. I love this man so much. “You know, he did save my life,” Grant murmured. I closed my eyes and chuckled. “He really did.” “So, it’s kinda like one of us owes him a favor, and I would do it, but I mean, I don’t think he’d appreciate it from me.” I grinned, shaking my head softly, still nuzzling his cock. “No, you’re right. He wouldn’t.” “And I mean, if I had to pick someone to give my wife over to… He’s becoming like a brother to me.” I sat up and pressed my lips together, looking up at Grant. “Ok, you know that is so weird, right?” He shrugged, and we both burst into laughter. God, look at us. I stood up, still cradling his cock in my hand. He took me into his arms and held me close. My lips nuzzled into his neck, and I whispered. “My Tiger.” “So you’ll do it.” I chuckled into his skin and rolled my eyes against the back of my closed eyelids. “I can’t believe this. Us. It’s so crazy.” He squeezed me, and his voice lilted. “Yessss, let’s do it!” I sighed. “Ok, babe. You win. I’ll fuck the Biker God again.”





Chapter Three 

I’d never let someone blindfold me like that before. On the drive, I lost track of our location after about the third turn, so perhaps I needed practice navigating by just the feel of movement. Like I’d ever need that skill again. The car came to a stop, and Grant got out. His feet shuffled around the back of the car, and the door on my side opened. His hand took mine. My feet touched the ground outside the car but failed to detect where we were. Thank God, I didn’t wear stilettos. My body trembled with anticipation and a sensation of falling. Not falling to the ground. No, I was taking a final fall off a pedestal. A fall from grace. I had surrendered to whatever was about to happen, and my pussy took its cue, already becoming damp. My husband led me across pavement, up a step, and across a floor. We went inside somewhere. But where? Grant led me for several steps, turned me, and we walked further. Then he stopped me and whispered in my ear. “Do you trust me?” His voice was soft, and the quick beats of my heart slowed. I thought about him. How I knew he would do anything in the world to protect me. How everything he did regarding me was motivated by the deepest love. “Yes,” I said. “And do you trust him?” Is he here? Damian had to be. Wherever “here” was. I swallowed. “Yes.” “Good. So do I.” Grant pulled at the collar of my full-length coat. I yielded, letting the coat slide off my shoulders and down my arms. It dropped to the floor, exposing my nakedness. My feet fidgeted, and the dampness of my pussy caused it to tingle under the brush of air. My hard nipples pulsed with want. A heavy hand rested on my shoulder, pressing me backward, and a deep voice teased my eardrum like an aural vibrator. “Lay down.” Damian. A hot surge erupted behind my sternum and cascaded down through my abdomen into my groin. My knees loosened and wobbled, and I backed up, following the lead of Damian’s hand on me. My ass bumped into a cushioned edge. I trust him. I let my weight shift onto it and lowered myself onto a flat, padded surface. Am I back at the Asphalt Slayer’s club? I heard someone, maybe Grant, shuffling around me. I wiggled a bit, settling my back and ass into the cushioned surface. Damian’s hands rested on my knees and pushed them apart. My mouth opened, and my throat tightened. Another wave of warmth rolled through my lower abdomen and lapped against the nerve endings in my pussy. Grant’s hands took hold of my wrists and pulled my arms up over my head, stretching my body out. The nerve endings in my areolas prickled. I felt so exposed – my body so open, so helpless, and so ready to be taken. He wrapped silky roping around my wrists several times and then fastened them somewhere above my head. “Now, you have no choice.” A mix of tenderness and lust laced his voice. “You can try to fight it if you really want to, babe. But you and I both know you want this. Your body will eventually win. And I’ll be right here to witness it.” A tension in my body released, his words chasing it away. By taking away my choice, Grant gave me freedom. Freedom to feel. To be. To allow myself to surrender to my deepest, darkest desires. And I was ready. Ready to let that decadent truth come out. Grant’s fingers worked on the blindfold to unfasten it, and as he did, its grip on my forehead and cheeks eased. Soft, colored light spilled in from around the edges. Once the knot from behind my head was untied, he peeled the blindfold away from my face. I squinted, letting the dim, ethereal lighting usher my vision into the space. I know this ceiling. Wait… Grant picked the perfect altar for the offering of my pussy to the Biker God. The Slow Ride. My mouth formed an ‘O’ that melted into a mischievous grin on my face. I tilted my head to the left and right to get my bearings, and my muscles quivered with a rebellious buzz. My body lay on top of my girlfriends’ favorite table. The one where we always sat. The one where I first met Damian. And there I was on it. Naked. Open. Turning that table into an adulterous, scandalous shrine to the man we had all worshipped. Future visits with my girlfriends would carry the added edge of that new dark secret. One I would never tell them. Perhaps, not even Aimee. Hundreds of other visitors to the Slow Ride would sit at that table, drink their drinks, converse and laugh - ignorant of the sins I had committed on it. My pussy throbbed at the thought. So evil. Damian leaned forward between my legs and opened his mouth on the inside of my left thigh. My lungs surged and forced a hot gasp through my lips. “Yesss.” He licked my skin as he kissed it, and his hot breath warmed my cells, causing them to tingle. He started halfway between my knee and my crotch, and one ravenous kiss by one, he crept closer to my hungry pussy. At the meatiest part of my thighs, he opened his mouth wide on them and pressed his caress into me with the edge of his teeth, almost biting me, gnawing with lust for my flesh. My hips bucked as if begging him to hurry. He placed his rugged hands against the insides of my thighs and pushed them further open, spreading me out. Something about it sent little electrical imps up my spine, dancing and singing a mischievous song to all my nerve endings. Maybe it was the physical pressure putting tension in my groin. Maybe it was the thought of being forced open, my pussy so completely unguarded. Or maybe it was just him. His dominance. His rule over my body. Over my pussy. Grant sat up on the back of the booth with his back to the wall and his cock in his hands. His fingers stroked his shaft in long, slow movements, and his chest rose and fell with heavy, ragged breaths. Our eyes met, and my lips opened. There I was. Caught and exposed in my degenerate addiction to another cock besides his - the one he was stroking. The cock in his hand jumped with pulses of pleasure and lust, while my pussy was preparing to take a different cock. It defied all the rules I had been taught. All the lofty ideals of what a virtuous wife should do and be. I bit my bottom lip as I looked back at him. His lips hung open and his eyelids drooped over glazed eye balls as he nodded his head at me. He took his finger and lifted a bead of his pre-cum from the tip of his cock, then leaned forward and stroked my cheek with it, leaving it like a tiny trail to absorb into my skin. Damian’s mouth had reached the crease between my thigh and my pussy, and he flattened his tongue against it, licking it as he pressed his hands a bit more against the insides of my thighs. My hips thrust up into him, further stretching the muscles in my groin. My labia shivered with want for his mouth. “Fuck!” I groaned. He moved slowly, teasing me like a sadistic tormentor. The wet, textured surface of his tongue swept sensuously over my skin, edging ever closer to the opening that ached for his arrival. As he crossed over into the boundary of my outer labia, lightning scatter bombed out from my pussy into my thighs. The lips of my mouth pressed together to muffle a whimper, and I tugged at the silky restraints on my wrists. My hands hungered to grab the crown of his dark, curly mane and direct him right to my clit, but he forced me to wait. Dammit, I hate you. Just when I thought he might finally give me my wish, his tongue circled low and wide around the outside of my opening, sliding across to my other outer labia. I squirmed and wailed out in protest, “Oh, god!” A devilish chuckle vibrated through his enclosed mouth onto my tender skin. His fingertips dug into my thighs as my body writhed. In between the sounds of my own agonizing need, I heard Grant’s heavy breath and intermittent strokes of his cock. At least we’re both getting tortured. Damian’s tongue dropped to the bottom of my hole and slipped into the crevice of my sloppy wet folds. He brought it up, parting them, and pressed the tip of his tongue into me as he reached my clitoris. My hips bucked up into his mouth, and I cried, “Fuck, yes!” His hands slid down to cup my ass cheeks on the side. They gripped me and pulled me towards him, elongating the stretch of my body and my arms in the wrist restraints. His tongue painted long, voracious strokes from the bottom to the top of my eager slit. “Fucckkkk,” I moaned. Grant’s strokes came in furious bursts followed by pained pauses and gasps for air. Our eyes met for occasional glances in between our mutual surges of cliffhanging pleasure, and his familiar carnal energy blew like hot breezes across the antenna of my senses. The tip of Damian’s tongue came to a point, and he zeroed in on my hardened clit. I wanted to raise my head to look at him, but the wrist restraints held me back, a prisoner to his wicked whims. My head fell back against the cushioned covering on the table and pressed into it as I moaned, “Oh, fucckkkk!” As he flicked at my clit in rapid fire, tension built in my groin and spread across my thighs. It moved up into my abdomen, and my back arched, feeling the escalating sensation like a vice grip of pleasure. He kept tightening it on me with his tongue, sending repeated jolts of body bliss into my pussy. All at once, all of the fire in my body collapsed into a tight nucleus in my clitoris. Then it exploded out into my body in seismic waves of ecstasy that caused even my bones to illuminate with bliss. My pussy quivered as wave upon wave rippled out from it, and I groaned like a happily wounded animal, “God, yessss!” As I started to shake, he stood up and slipped two fingers into my sloppy wet hole. Somehow, during his devouring of my pussy, he had managed to slip out of his clothes. His eyes met mine and branded me with his devilish gaze. Then he started pumping my pussy with a forceful finger fuck, his gorgeous muscles flexing with each push. A deep grunt erupted from my chest and exploded from my open mouth. His fist slamming into my wetness and fingers plunging into me sent smacking sounds across the room. A new sensation rushed to the surface – one I had felt the first time we were together. He was doing it again. His fingers delved deep into me and came rushing out, curling up and pressing against the roof of my vagina. As he did, I felt a fullness forming, a pressure, and the sensation that I needed to pee. This time, though, I just surrendered to it. His eyes burned into mine. “That’s right, you know what’s going to happen. I want your slutty juices all over this floor. Right where you and your little friends come and hang out all the time.” His fingers continued to pummel me, and I whimpered and nodded my head. My abdomen tightened and tingled, and the sensation ran down like channels of liquid longing into my thighs. My pussy clenched around his fingers, and my mouth hung open, panting, as our mutual gaze stayed locked in a fiery eye fuck. The pressure of intense pleasure gathered again in my pussy, but deeper this time. His finger thrusts quickened as my body approached the crest of the roller coaster and all the muscles in my lower body tightened. When I reached the top, my pussy exploded with a blazing and euphoric heat. A clear spray came out of me and shot like a firehose out into the room. My eyes widened. Holy shit. It was much stronger than the last time and lasted much longer. I moaned from the depths of my chest as I emptied out into the air, and all the tension in my body went with it. In the vacuum of feeling in my body, a light and watery sensation of rapture took its place. I melted into a puddle of pure joy, but Damian had only begun to work his dark magic on me. He placed the head of his hard cock at my opening, and my heart leapt in my floating chest. “Yesss,” I crooned. He slid into me, stretching my walls, and filling me with his powerful presence. I wanted to raise my head to look into his eyes again, but all my fight was gone. This was where my walls began to crumble. This was the doorway of my bodies allegiance that he blasted through to claim me for his own. As he began thrusting into me and his cock reached to the very back of my pussy, he stamped me each time with that claim. My body freely accepted it. I glanced up at Grant, my eyes broken. A pang pierced my heart as I searched him, hoping to find some assurance that this moment wouldn’t be the one that destroyed everything between us. Because I knew it. In that moment, I was truly naked. Truly a slut. Truly a traitor in spite of my best intentions and sincerest wants for fidelity. My pussy was bowing to another master. But Grant’s eyes met mine with an unquenchable fire. He leaned towards me and nodded his head and continued to stroke his reddened, bulging cock. With my mouth open and my eyes closing, falling under Damian’s spell, I quietly confessed my deepest sin to my husband. Not with words but by my complete surrender to the Biker God’s cock right in front of him. A new swell of electric tension built in my abdomen. My tits bounced, heavy against my rib cage, and my pussy clenched around Damian’s pulverizing man meat. “Oh, fuckkkk!” I wailed in a long, bouncing whine and the sound of my voice vibrated in my ears. His cock swelled inside of me, and it sent me hurtling for the edge. He grabbed my neck from the front and lifted one of my legs up almost to my head as he plowed into me. When he was balls deep, he held himself there and ground hard into my pussy, shooting a rapturous firebolt up into me that shook my whole being beyond the boundaries of my body. I cried out, “Oh, god, I’m cumming!” And my body shook. My free leg flapped in the air, and the other quivered in his grip. I gushed all over his cock, and heat rippled up through my core and into my skull. Then he pulled back, his cock coming almost all the way out, and plunged in again, pressing up against my pubic mound with a forceful battering ram of bliss. Like before in the hotel, he did this over and over. Claiming me. Branding me. And taking me into another dimension beyond my body where I was weightless, boneless, free. He was fumbling with my legs for a moment. I didn’t care. My mind floated on clouds of multi-orgasmic paradise. His thrusting continued. Forceful. Dominant. But something had shifted. Something in his energy had deepened. It felt powerful, but deeply spiritual. Lustful, and yet, like love. It awakened another part of me. Enough to bring me back to semi-consciousness. Enough to energize me to look up at him. But it wasn’t him. It was Grant.





Chapter Four 

My husband’s hips slammed against my crotch and ground into me, and his rock hard cock filled me up like it had grown two sizes. “Who does this pussy belong to?” Even as my pussy throbbed, my heart melted, and I softened my gaze at him. “You, babe. It belongs to you.” He continued thrusting and pulsing inside me, pressing at my walls, and as he did, he carried me to another crescendo in the continuing cascade of orgasms. Damian stood off to the side behind him, arms folded, smiling. “Who else does this pussy belong to?” Grant growled, but not in anger. It was lustful, yes. But laced with a deep affection. Like the voice of a mighty bear pounding at the door of a cave that imprisoned its mate. Fighting to set them free. A flutter in my heart cut through the milky clouds of my thick sex buzz. He had seen the answer to his question by witnessing me, but he wanted me to say it. He wanted to hear the confession from my lips. I lowered my voice to a whisper. “Damian”. His thrusts quickened and pounded into me more forcefully. “Say it louder!” My pussy tightened around his inflating shaft and pulsing head, and I moaned, “oh my god!” “Say it!” The never ending gush of juices from my pussy created another chorus of wet slapping sounds as he hammered my hole. I knew I would be so sore in the morning, but on that table, my body overflowed with endorphins and dopamine, and my pussy gushed endlessly with my juices. It all served as an elixir that lifted me above any other feeling than a paradise of pleasures. My chest and abdomen filled with another surge of heat as he pushed me right to the edge of another climax, and the words exploded from my lips just as I went over that cliff. “Damian! Damian owns this pussy, too!” We both groaned in animal ferocity as our climaxes bounced off each other and through each other. An almost mystical force from beyond rushed in and knitted our souls even more tightly with each primal pulse. I panted, expecting his dick to soften inside of me and slip out. But it didn’t. He kept fucking me. My eyes widened, and I looked up at him. From behind him, Damian beamed with a knowing grin and patted him on the shoulder. “My boy, Tiger, has been practicing his kegels!” Grant radiated with a divine aura and his granite cock lifted me to yet another level of orgasmic nirvana. My pussy responded, clenching him and quivering around him, and more waves of wanton pleasure washed over me. He stood over me with a new dominance, a new power, and penetrated me more deeply with something familiar. His love. He leaned over and into me, pushing my legs back up to the sides of my head with his arms so that his cock buried deep inside of me, and his eyes came close to mine. They shimmered like chasms of obsidian that sucked me in and enveloped me. In those eyes, every remnant of judgement or fear fell away and every corner of my soul drank in his fierce, feral love for his slutty, unfaithful wife. Even as his body pummeled mine and reclaimed it for his own, his eyes softened and tears began to form in the corners of them. “I see you,” he said, “And I love you.” My eyes responded to his, and warm streams trickled from the corners of my eyes and ran down my cheeks. I came again as our eyes melted into each other. “I love you, too.” How is this possible? This was the hottest sex of my life. The most epic sex of my life. The most intimate sex of my life. Tears gave way to sobbing. “I love you so much, babe.” My voice hitched with the swell of emotion. While my body shook from my life’s most memorable orgasm, he pulled out of me and climbed up on the table to straddle me. His cock still pulsed, and he stroked it, hovering it over my tits. He leaned over me, and with his free hand, took the hair on the back of my head into his fist. Pulling my head up, he burrowed into my soul with a smoldering gaze. “You’re mine,” he said. My heart swelled, my body still quivering. I knew what he meant. I had faced something in myself that only he saw. I had allowed that to come to the surface. I had allowed him to see. And he chose me. He still chose me. “Are you my filthy whore wife?” he smiled. The veins in his neck bulged, and he fisted his cock furiously. I nodded, my eyes burning, returning his gaze. “Are you my bad little unfaithful slut?” he groaned, and swallowed hard, still fisting himself. My eyes narrowed as my grin deepened. “Yesss,” I hissed. “And you deserve to wear this cum, don’t you?” I nodded. “Cover me with it, Tiger.” His mouth fell open, and hot threads of cum exploded from the tip of his cock. They rained down on my face, my neck, my tits. My soul felt baptized by the heat of his seed on my skin. It covered me with the eternal insignia of his choice, his love, and his lust for me. I licked my lips, tasting the drops that had landed on them. I loved that taste so much. And even more now. I knew even his cum had somehow become encoded with new knowledge of me, deeper insight, and deeper love. As he trembled, he placed his hand on either side of my head, panting and looking softly into my eyes. “I love you,” he said again.
And as he fumbled with the restraints around my wrists to release me from them, another tear formed in the corner of my eye. A tear of joy. I love you, too, babe.





Epilogue 

I sat at the epicenter of my life’s most earth-shattering moments. Where I met the biker my husband wanted me to fuck. Where my best friend found out. But those moments paled in comparison to the one I had just faced. As I sat naked in the booth, my head resting on Grant’s shoulder, my heart floated in the warm afterglow of the most spiritual experience I’d ever had. The most intimate experience I’d ever had. The moment I laid my pussy on an altar to the Biker God. In front of the love of my life. That was the moment I gave the deepest, darkest part of my soul to my husband. My Tiger. Grant Truelove. The sun warmed my face, and a gentle breeze caressed my naked breasts. Blades of tall grass danced beside me, and they tickled my fingers as I floated my hand over the top of them. The dirt and gravel road under my sandals led me down a gentle slope. In the distance, dust rose behind a pink school bus as it approached. Laughter erupted from within the tall grass. Several voices, male and female, spoke to each other, but I couldn't understand them until one of them squealed, "They're here!" Three naked women and two naked men burst through the tall grass onto the road. All of them looked angelic to me. Different, but each of them possessing beautiful bodies. One of the women stopped and turned to look at me while the others ran down the road towards the bus. She flashed me the warmest smile and waved. A trail of moisture ran from her neck down between her breasts. Is that cum? Her silky dark hair cascaded down around her face and shoulders, and her dark eyes glimmered. I'd never seen the woman before, and yet, somehow, I felt that I knew her. She turned and ran to join the others, her perfect ass flexing with each stride. And then I felt a presence behind me. I turned to see who was there but found no one. Still, the sensation of a presence grew stronger. And more familiar. A tear formed in the corner of my eye. Could it be? Then a female voice spoke to me. A voice I knew very well. "Mya, find this place." All at once, my eyes grew dark. I shot up in my bed, my heart pounding. In the darkness of the room, lingering impressions of those blades of grass floated through the air. My eyes adjusted, and they faded, but the sound of that voice echoed in my mind. I patted Grant's arm. "Babe, wake up." He rolled over and rubbed his eyes, his voice groggy. "I'm up. What's wrong?" "I had a dream." He pushed himself up and turned on the lamp on the bedside table. The light snapped me back into reality, and my heart sank. He squinted as he reached out and stroked my leg. "Wanna talk about it?" Tears formed in my eyes. "It was so real. And Grant, I heard her." "Heard who?" I turned to him, and my voice cracked as I answered. "My sister." He reached out and put his arms around me, holding me while I shook. "She said to find the place." "What place?" "I don't know." But I'm going to find it. 





Thank you so much for reading A Hotwife Rides Dirty: The Complete Series! It's just the beginning of a much bigger story I call "The Sluthaven Saga", and that saga continues with A Hotwife On Trial! Inspired by her dream, Mya's heart is now open and curious about this mystical place she saw. The next step in her journey will connect her with a woman in desperate circumstances, Naomi Wang. Together, the two of them will unleash hotwife heaven on a court system that's no match for their combined pussy power!