He pulled out. I felt hot cum hit my belly and my tits. Jet after jet. I came as it hit my nipples.
“Oh my god,” I cried.
I lay back and rested.. I had hundreds of questions, none of them I wanted to ask right now.
“I promised Kyle I’d come back with cum on me. I need to go.”
He laughed, “Well get your slutty little body out of here. See you tomorrow.”
I headed back to my room. If anyone had seen me they’d have seen my shirt sticking to my cum soaked tits and cum dripping down my belly.
When I got to my room Kyle was awake. He was reading something on the iPad and jacking off.
“Is my little cucky jacking off to cuckold porn?” I asked?
He looked at me guiltily. He saw me covered with cum. I undressed and climbed into bed.
“Here, let me read it to you,” I said.
I took the iPad. Sitting next to him, covered with cum, I started to read. It was a cuckold story. I watched him jack off as I read. It was weird, but in a strange way it was comforting. He came on his hand. I got a washcloth and cleaned us both up. I kissed him and we fell asleep.
We got up early the next morning to head home. Kyle had bought a luggage rack. I went to get on his bike but Gray told me to ride with him. I looked at Kyle, shrugged, and climbed on Gray’s bike.
We rode for a ways in silence.
Finally, I asked, “Now what?”
He repeated, “Now what?” As if he didn’t understand the question.
“Yes, now what?” I asked. “You’ve fucked me, your friends fucked me. I’ve been slutty. Now are we done?”
“You tell me, have we reached your limit?” he responded. “I told you, my fantasy is pushing limits to see how far a woman will go.”
“Limit? How would I know, I’ve never done anything like this before. How do I even know what my limit is. I’m not even sure what my fantasy is,” I said
“Your fantasy is being used and exposed as a slut.”
I wanted to protest, but he was right. Just hearing it made my stomach flutter.
“How will I know when I’ve reached my limit?” I asked.
“Easy,” he replied. “You’ll say no.”
“How do you know? How will I know when to say no?” I asked quietly.
“You just will,” he said.
“What if the woman is crazy? What if they would do anything? What if they’d kill?”
“We’ve known each other awhile,” he said. “I’m pretty sure you won’t kill.
I thought about that for a while. A second thought came to me. “Are there others?” I asked. I didn’t really want to know the answer.
“Not really,” he said.
“Not really?” I repeated. “What does that mean?”
“I can’t satisfy you, my wife, and another woman. So right now, you are my slut. I am pushing your limits till you say stop.” He explained. “But, if you said ‘stop’ tomorrow, I already know who the next woman would be.”
“How many have there been?” I asked.
“I won’t tell you, but enough so that my wife knew about this before we got married.”
I knew this was a second marriage for him. He’d lost his first family in a car accident.
“Why does your wife let you do this?” I was full of questions.
“She thinks my slut’s are hot. She also wants to see how naughty they can be. Sometimes she hits it off with one. She’s bi and often enjoys liaisons with them.”
“How do these women feel when you end it?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he answered
“Why? Do you stop talking to them after you’re done with them?” I was getting mad.
“Of course not. You’ve met many of them. I don’t know because I’ve never ended it. They have,” he explained.
He went on. “I like to push a woman to her limits. When I’ve reached her limits, she says no. She realizes it’s over. She doesn’t want to end her marriage. She’s done everything she’s going to do. She and her husband figure out what’s next. Sometimes, we might fuck again, but it’s not the intense experience of exploring your limits.”
“Don’t their marriages collapse? They can’t all be like Kyle and me. I didn’t know Kyle would let this happen. I still worry he’ll leave me.”
“No,” he said. “Kyle won’t leave you. I don’t want to ruin anyone’s marriage. I test the men as much as the women. Think about it. We started off with jokes, then light touches. Then longer more intimate touches. There are lots of steps as we get to know each other. As much as I wanted you, I wanted to know Kyle was ok with it. We’ve known each other 10 months. This didn’t happen overnight.”
“There are more people like Kyle and you than you think,” he said.
“Wait. You chose me for this 10 months ago? Why me?”
“It wasn’t quite like that. I met your husband and you and thought you were attractive, fun, and intelligent. I watched the way you interacted with your husband. Were you very touchy, kissy? Or were you more like people working together in a nice workplace? Old comfortable friends. I look where there’s no passion. As we talked I saw there was passion in you, but not in your relationship. As I became more familiar with you, I watched for Kyle’s objections. There weren’t any. He wants this as much as you do.”
“What will my marriage be like when we’re done?” I asked.
“I don’t know. You and Kyle will redefine it. You truly love each other. You know more about each other than you did a week ago. So who knows. Do you want to leave Kyle?”
He was right. In some ways Kyle and I were closer than we had been a week before. We’d been more physical with each other, and more honest about what we wanted or felt. It didn’t make any sense but, he was right. It had been a great weekend for both of us. I had no desire to leave Kyle.
I rode quietly. Along the way, the most haunting thought was ‘What will it take to make me say no?’
It was a nice ride home. I had a lot to think about. I rode a lot of the way with my arms around Gray and just listening to music. During breaks Gray wasn’t as possessive. It was like he was letting Kyle and I re-establish a balance. Gray didn’t ignore me, and still let Kyle know I’d do what he asked me to, but somehow he reminded us we were still husband and wife. For one thing, on the trip home, he almost stopped calling me slut and when talking to Kyle he addressed me as ‘Your wife.’
We stopped at our house first. I noticed that the girls were home. They came out to greet us when they heard the bikes. The first thing the girls asked was about why I was riding with Gray.
I said that I’d split the ride. That Gray’s bike was more comfortable and it was a long ride.
We invited them in for for coffee. Everyone else took off, but Gray came in. The girls were excited to see him and he made small talk and made them laugh. I was a little annoyed. I did not realize it then that I was a bit jealous of him paying attention to them.
They asked what the rally was like. We told them all about the vendors and the entertainment. Then they asked for pictures. We took a lot of pictures. I wanted to go through them first but Gray said he and his friends had uploaded most of them and told them to get a PC or iPad or something. They got the PC and using the TV for display Gray started showing the pics.
He patted the couch and made me sit next to him. The girls on the other side. Kyle sat in the chair. Gray rested his hand on my thigh.
In the first ones I was dressed in my jeans, boots, and tank top that I’d worn to the rally.
Cammy, my youngest, said, “Whoa, hot biker chick mom,” and high fived me.
They hadn’t noticed yet but in most of the pictures I was standing next to Gray and he’d usually have his arm around me.
The next set was after we bought my jeans and leather halter.
My other girl, Tam, short for Tammy, commented this time, “Wow, you went all out biker babe.”
Cammy added, “Sure showing a lot of skin there,” and laughed.