I travel a lot for work to keep my gorgeous wife in her nice suburban country home. After all, this petite woman is downright gorgeous with a movie star face and a great body, she is a real trophy but she is somewhat sexually inhibited. After all, she is churchgoing President of the local school PTA. This all changed one day in August when my limo driver dropped me off. I saw a customized motorcycle in the driveway, it was the kind a biker would drive with a skull and crossbones medallion on the back seat. When I got inside the house I heard sounds coming from the basement. I listened, and was floored by what I heard. It was the sound of my wife moaning at the top of her voice and a man grunting. Now, I’m not stupid, someone was obviously down there fucking my sweet little house-mouse wife and from the sound of it she was loving every second of it.
I snuck into my basement tool room from a side door and I good a look at what was going on. There was my petite 110 pound small breasted wife lying naked on the couch. Her legs were spread wide open and were wrapped around some biker thug who was on top of her pounding her pussy. This guy was huge, with a body builder’s physique, long hair and tattoos all over his body. On his forearm was tattooed his name “Dale”. I couldn’t believe what I heard and saw next, Dale said to my wife “where’s the lube and some rubbers, I want your ass”. She replied “there on the TV stand” as he got off of her and went to get his stuff. Simultaneously, my wife changed positions she was now kneeling on the edge of couch with her ass up so her biker lover could stand up and take her anally.
Dale stood behind her and tore open a rubber and wrapped it around his cock. Then he squirted some lube on his cock and spread it around. He took the excess lube from his hand and wiped it off between my wife’s ass cheeks. She softly moaned as Dale put his index finger in her ass and began massaging her asshole. He stood behind her and lined up his cock with my wife’s ass crack and asked “you ready baby?” She answered “yes, fuck me nice and even, not to fast”. With that her whole body flinched as Dale ran his dick right into her small ass. She let out a load groan as Dale eased his cock into her. Soon it slid all the way in and he held still. Then my wife looked back at him and said “what are you waiting for prick, fuck my ass, that’s what I called you over for”.
I watched as this tattooed thug took my lovely wife’s ass, she grunted like an a****l every time his cock thrust into her. They both began to move together with Dale’s cock entering her ass time and time again, they must have been together a while because they moved in perfect rhythm. Apparently, Dale knew just when to get my wife off as he reached under my wife to stimulate her pussy. His cock was deep in her ass and his hand went inside her. It must have drove her wild as she screamed at the top of her voice “fuck me Dale, fuck my ass” as she writhed in pleasure. Her head was buried into the couch cushion as her whole body spasmed from her first orgasm. Dale continued to vigorously run his cock in and out of her ass as she yelled “don’t stop mother fucker, I’m going to cum again”. Then she screamed one last time and collapsed on the couch in exhaustion as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her lithe body.
Dale’s cock fell out of her ass and he tore off his rubber. He said “sit up bitch I’m cumming”. My wife sat up and put her head back and opened her mouth wide to receive his sperm. Dale guided his cock over her face and shot wad after wad of white sticky sperm into her mouth and all over her face. She whispered “give me more” as he stroked his cock vigorously over her face to provide her with more of his jism. Her face was covered with droplets of cum as Dale took out his filthy biker’s handkerchief and wiped off her face. My wife begged “put it in my pussy again” but he said “enough bitch, I got to go”. She replied “OK baby, thanks, I love you, you know that”. Dale replied “same here baby. I’ll see you at the club tomorrow”. With that, he got dressed and left. I could hear the roar of his motorcycle as he sped out of the driveway.
My wife gathered up her clothes and they were like nothing I had seen her wear before. She had a short denim mini-skirt, fishnet nylons, six inch heels and a black leather bra. On the floor was a blue denim biker’s vest with the words “Hell’s Lover’s Wisconsin” in large letters on a patch on the back. She stood up and I saw that her ass was coated in shiny KY jelly from her anal encounter. She said to herself, “God, he is good, I’m gonna be sore for a week” then she went upstairs to shower. Something had happened to my sweet demure suburban housewife, what I did not know.