We headed off listening to music. I could not believe how comfortable Gray’s bike was. Compared to Kyle’s bike I was riding on a Lazyboy. He explained he had set it up for his wife, but the passenger floorboards were adjustable and he’d set them up for me. I was kind of grateful. After all it was a 450 mile ride and we were doing it in one day.
I settled in and we talked while riding. As usual with Gray the conversation started to turn sexual. Gray asked me if I’d brought any sexy biker wear. I said I didn’t have any. He said he’d pick out some stuff for me at the rally.
“Oh?” I asked. “And what kind of stuff did you have in mind?”
“Hmmm,” he replied. “Well, we obviously have to show off that ass and great tits.”
“So,” I continued. ” You want me to look slutty?”
“Not just look,” he said with a dirty little laugh.
Ok, I knew where this was going, and truthfully I was having fun going along with it.
“So what makes you think I want to be a slut?” I asked.
He was direct. “Let’s start with the fact that you let me make you cum in the hot tub.”
Well, he had me on that one.
I tried to cover, “I’d had too much to drink. I shouldn’t have let you.”
“But you loved it,” he responded.
I didn’t answer.
He pressed again. “But you loved it, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I admitted in almost a whisper.
“So slut it is,” he said.
I remained silent. I was afraid of what I’d say. The thought of dressing slutty was turning me on. I wondered what he meant by being a slut. I remembered him pulling off my suit bottoms. As I thought about this stuff I leaned forward, put my arms around him, and rested against his back as we rode.
We continued to talk. The conversation lightened up. Gray kept the conversation flirtatious and sexual but I didn’t feel like he was pulling my deepest secrets out. Then he asked.
“So what is your biggest fantasy?”
“To be rich and travel with my children,” I replied.
He laughed, “Well, I’d take you traveling, but you know what I meant. What do you think about when you masturbate?”
“What makes you think I masturbate?” I asked.
“You’re too sexual not to,” he replied. “I feel how you react when I hold you.”
“Oh,” I said quietly. He had a point.
Again he pressed, “So, what is the fantasy?”
The truth is I wanted him to know. I’d never shared my fantasies with anyone. I always wanted to. I told him the story from college.
“Nice,” he said. “So you really liked being exposed in the hot tub, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “I did.”
Then I turned it around. “So what’s your fantasy? I’m thinking you’ve done most.”
He laughed, “probably most, but there are always new challenges.”
“New challenges?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said. My fantasy is seeing how far I can push a woman’s sexual limits. Seeing what I can I get her to do.”
“Like making a woman cum in your hot tub in front of your guests?” I offered.
“That was fun,” he admitted. “But you left out the part that your husband was there, and you still let me.”
That gave me something to think about. He’s right, that added a level.
“I didn’t want to start trouble with him there,” I lied.
He saw right through me. “Are you saying you would have stopped me if he had been watching?”
“I might have. We’ll never know,” I told him. I didn’t want him to know that Kyle knew.
“We’ll see,” Gray said. “There are always new challenges.”
I didn’t answer. We rode quietly for a while. He broke the silence.
“One of my favorite is cuckolding husbands,” he said.
“Sleeping with other men’s wives?” I asked.
“No, cuckolding is more than that. It’s where a more dominant man takes a man’s wife in a way that shows him that the woman is now his,” Gray explained.
“Well,” I said. He’d probably divorce her. A woman who would do that probably wants out of the marriage anyway.”
“Not really,” he explained. “Lots of people have affairs and don’t get divorced. The cuckold gets off on knowing he is being dominated. The woman often wants to stay in the marriage, maybe for support, for children. Usually she really loves her husband. But the dynamics change whenever the other man is around. When he’s around the woman makes sure her husband knows the other man is in charge.”
“Would you divorce Kyle if you had let me stick my fingers in your cunt?”
The word kind of shocked me. “Cunt?” I repeated
“Yeah,” he laughed. “Slut’s have cunts.”
I thought about that. It excited me and made me mad. I didn’t comment. Then he repeated his question.
I knew I didn’t want to leave Kyle. “No, I said. “I wouldn’t leave Kyle.”
“Would Kyle divorce you if he knew?” Gray asked.
Again that gave me something to think about. When I’d told Kyle that Gray made me cum, Kyle responded by having sex with me. Kyle and I never discussed fantasies. I wondered what his were.
“I don’t think so,” I said.
We finally arrived at the rally. The plan was to clean up and then explore some of the booths. We headed up to our rooms. We unpacked and Kyle jumped in the shower. My conversation with Gray had me thinking.
We’d only brought Kyle’s iPad. I opened the browser. I had only typed in the letters CUC when the browser started anticipating sites I might like from past searches. It was showing me cuckold sites. Not only that, it was showing me the last time they were visited. I just looked at the list. I didn’t open them. Just looked.
Kyle got out of the shower and I jumped in. Washed and shaven I got dressed. I brought what I thought would be appropriate. I put on the lowest cut jeans I owned a white tank top and high heel boots. I looked in the mirror. I looked hot, just a little belly showing.
Kyle came out of the bathroom. “Now there’s a sexy biker chick,” he said. “Let’s go meet the others.”
We went to the lobby and met the other guys. Gray took a look at me and said, “Not bad, but we need to get you some real biker chic clothes.”
We headed down the street. Gray had his arm around me. Kyle followed. We stopped in a few vendor booths. Finally Gray said, ” Here we go.”
He had a pair of jeans that were cut very low. He also had a leather halter top that zipped down the front. “Go try these on,” he said.
I looked at Kyle. He was just watching. He seemed to be looking at me with anticipation. What the hell I thought. They had a changing room. I took the clothes and went to try them on.
First I tried the top on. I realized that I couldn’t wear a bra with the top. I took the bra off and put the top on. Zipped all the way up it showed a good deal of cleavage and came down 3 inches above my naval.
I then pulled the jeans on. It was interesting that Gray picked out jeans and a top that fit me. I’d never told him my size. I pulled the jeans on. They were tight. Real tight. They were also really low cut. Even the thong I was wearing was not small enough to be covered. I took the jeans off and removed the thong then I pulled the jeans back on. They barely covered the crack of my ass. Well if I stood still it covered my ass. If I moved the crack of my ass showed. On the other hand. This was a biker rally, no one cared.
I walked out of the changing booth. I stood in front of the group and turned for them. That excitement in my stomach returned. I was showing off. They were all looking at me, I was loving it.
Gray was the first to talk. “Looks good. Top needs something.”
He reached out and grabbed the zipper of the halter top. He pulled it down to below my breasts. It fell open a bit. The sides of my breasts were exposed. If I stood up straight it was fine. If I bent over, my nipples showed.
He turned to Kyle. “What do you think? Starting to look like a real biker slut, don’t you think?”
Kyle just nodded.