Biker slut? He called me a biker slut. Kyle didn’t even flinch. Well, if it was ok with him, I was going with it. We told the girl I was going to wear the clothes out. She took my old clothes and put them in a bag. I reached in and pulled out my bra and thong. I handed them to Gray.
“I couldn’t wear these,” I said.
Gray looked at them and handed them to Kyle and said, “Looks like our little biker slut is going commando.
We started walking through other booths. As we did Gray had his arm around me. Well, not quite around me. His hand was in the waistband of my jeans fingering the crack of my ass. Sometimes when we stopped walking he would slide his whole hand down my pants and grab my ass. Kyle was walking behind us. Never said a word about it.
It was a fun night. We bought me a few more outfits for the rest of the rally. Slutty enough that men and women turned to look. Not so slutty to get arrested, even at home. During the weekend I often got compliments from both guys and girls on what I was wearing.
We had a few beers, listened to a few bands. The whole night I was hanging on Gray’s arm. It was about 1 am when we got back to our rooms. Gray invited us all to his room. We had a 6 pack of beer and headed up.
In the elevator Gray turned me around to face him. He put his arms around me and slipped both hands down my waist band and cupped my ass. “So, did my little biker slut have fun today?” he said.
I nodded. I was afraid to talk. I was loving the attention. It was making me hot. The more I got, the more I wanted. Everyone was watching. I could feel the heat in my pussy. I could feel the wetness on my upper thigh. I could feel their eyes on his hands. Kyle didn’t say a word till Gray addressed him.
“Hey Kyle,” he said. “Our little biker slut here has one tight ass.”
Without even waiting for Kyle to respond Gray said to his friends, “You gotta feel this ass.”
He pulled his hands out of my pants. His friends, even the girl, took turns sliding their hands down my pants and grabbing my ass. Given the angle and how tight the pants were it was difficult for them to get their hands down the waistband.
We got off the elevator and stepped into the hall. “Wait a minute,” said Gray.
We all stopped. He stepped in front of me and reached for my waistband. I had no idea what he was doing. He unsnapped my jeans, right there in the hall, and then pulled the zipper down. As he did I looked at Kyle. When he saw me looking, he looked away.
“Now that’s pretty slutty,” Gray said to me.
“You like it?” I replied.
“It’s a start,” he said. Then to the group. Now you can feel that ass.
They did. Each of them. Even the girl. I loved it. The pants were tight, they weren’t falling off me I pushed the jeans down past my ass and wiggled it at them.
We reached the room and all went in. Gray sat on the bed. The guy with the girl friend sat in a chair, his girlfriend on his lap. Kyle sat in a chair. I stood in front of Gray, the other 2 guys behind me. As I stood there I realized that all this was going to go somewhere. I assumed Gray was going to fuck me. Most likely in front of everyone. I had a feeling I was expected to fuck these other guys too. It made me wet thinking about it. Most of my ass was showing.
I thought about the word cuckold. He had just been passive all night. He let Gray take over. He never complained. I remembered what Gray said, about being taken. The wife explaining that she belonged to the other guy.
I looked at Kyle. He had a huge look of anticipation on his face. I gave Gray a kiss and said, “Be right back.”
I walked up to Kyle. “It seems that tonight I am Gray’s biker slut. I assume he’s going to fuck me, and his friends will probably fuck me too. At this point, I want it. I’m not sure I’d stop even if you asked me to. I’m pretty sure this will change our lives. Once I’m his slut, you’ll be second. Do you understand? I won’t leave you. I still love you and want to be married to you but this is who’ll I’ll be from now on. You can leave now, and I might follow, or you can accept this new role and be happy.
“Do you want to leave?” I asked. He shook his head. “You know what this means?” He nodded.
The other girl had watched this. She got up and came over to me. Standing in front of Kyle she took the zipper of halter top and pulled it down. The sides came apart. My tits were showing. She looked at Kyle, then she bent over, kissed his cheek, and said, “Good boy. Enjoy, she’s going to get the fucking of her life.”
The thought of that made me wet.
“Come here you little slut,” it was Gray. I walked over to him. “What are your limits?” he asked.
“I honestly don’t know,” I said. “If you asked me if I wanted to be called a slut or if I was going to fuck you in front of these guys a month ago I would have laughed at you. Now I’m wondering how many of you are going to fuck me and I know I’m going to let you.
“Not only that, but Kyle is now my cuckold. And I have no idea what that’s going to mean.”
Just then Gray’s phone rang. It was his wife. She was on FaceTime. We could all hear her. She asked how the ride was, and what we did. Gray told her it was fine and told her about the day. It was weird standing there 12 naked in front of him while he talked to his wife. I started to feel guilty that I was about to cheat on her with Gray. Gray then told her that they took me shopping for slutty clothes.
“Oh cool,” she said. “Let me see.”
Oh my god. I’m standing here vest unzipped. Jeans unzipped, I was about to fuck her husband and Gray’s wife wants to see me? What’s she going to say.
Gray flipped the screen.
“Wow she looks hot,” Gray’s wife said. “Kinda looks like a slut about to get fucked,” she laughed.
Then she said to me, “I knew you had it in you. I want to hear all about it when you get home.”
Gray flipped the phone back. I heard her voice. “Where’s Kyle?” she asked.
Gray turned the phone to show Kyle sitting in the chair. He brought the phone back to him.
“Nice,” she said. “Fuck the little slut good. Then come home and fuck me while you tell me about it. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said and hung up.
“Your wife just told you to fuck me?” I asked.
“Yes, she knows my fantasies. She’s my slut and wants me to be happy. She’s known for a while I was going to fuck you.”
“A while?” I whispered.
“Yes, a while,” he answered.
I didn’t know what to do next.
“Take off the top,” Gray said.
I did. He pulled me down on my knees in front of him. “Suck my cock.”
I undid his belt buckle and pulled his cock out. I was right. He was big. Not monster big, big. It must have been about 8″ long. I could get both my hands on it. The shaft was as thick as the tube from a roll or toilet paper and the mushroom head at least 34 inch thicker. I’d fucked 4 guys in my life. None had a cock like this. Kyle was about 5″