83 comments/ 132614 views/ 20 favorites I Just Didn't Want To Hear It By: Slirpuff If I heard one more crack or joke about being over the hill I was going to scream. I'd walked into my surprise birthday party and knew from that very moment the evening was not going to go as I'd planned. My wife Sandy and I had just come back from having dinner out. You see, it was my fiftieth birthday and I wasn't happy about hitting that milestone. I'd gotten a ration of shit from the guys I worked with and just wanted the figgin' day over with. "You don't want a party?" my wife asked earlier in the week. "Babes, I just want to go to dinner with you alone, come home, have some great sex and go to bed Friday." "But the kids will be disappointed." "They'll get over it." "All right, you pick the restaurant and we'll go. However, when we get home you're all mine," she said giving me a sexy smile. Maybe I'll think of something special we can do; after all, you only hit fifty once." That was how my Friday was supposed to go. After dinner we danced a few songs in the lounge and with her shamelessly rubbing her body all over me, I figured we were going to have one hell of a night. We made out in the restaurant parking lot like two teenagers and I did get more than a casual feel before she told me that maybe it was time to go someplace a little more private and comfortable. I raced home while she cuddled with me and got me more excited by licking my ear among other areas. Shit, I was so hard; I could have punctured a steel plate. We had just pulled onto the driveway when she bolted from the car laughing but I did manage to catch her at the door. I grabbed her ass with both hands and pushed my dick against her getting more than a little tongue in the process. "Maybe we should take this inside before the neighbors see us." "Let them look. I've got the hottest wife in the neighborhood and I'm not ashamed to let everyone know it." I opened the door, flipped on the light and that's when I lost my hard on. "Surprise," everyone yelled. I looked at my wife who was now smiling so I faked a small one myself but I was pissed. Everyone thought the gag gifts were hilarious as I held up one tee shirt after another with some stupid phrase on it or a novelty item geared to keep your dick hard. I was doing a slow burn inside. "Dad, we couldn't let this milestone pass," my son Jeff said as my daughter Karin looked on. "It was Karin's idea for the party and after she started it took on a life of it's own. "Mom said you were going to be pissed but the way your eyes lit up when we yelled surprise made it all worth while." I was going to say mom was right, but I held my tongue. "I love you dad," my daughter Karin said hugging me. "And I don't think you're old; distinguished yes, old no." By eleven-thirty the last of the group was finally out the house door. Sandy had started cleaning up as I sucked on what was left of my beer. "I know you're pissed, but how could I turn the kids down?" "Easy, by saying that I didn't want a birthday party." "I tried that but you know your daughter. She'd all ready planned most of it by the time I'd heard about it. Jeff got pulled in like me and we both figured you'd get into it when it started," she said putting all the empty bottles and cans in a garbage bag. I picked up all the gag gifts and dumped them all into her bag. "You sure you don't want to save any of those?" I just looked at her. "Sorry, remember it wasn't my idea." "But you were the one who got me all hot and bothered at dinner and afterwards. If you had no intention of going through with it you shouldn't have started." "Who said I have no intention of going through with it? The night is still young, everyone's gone and I've got clean sheets on the bed; you want to mess them up big boy?" My mood changed at that very moment. Sandy dropped the bag of trash and ran for the stairs. I was only two steps behind her but she still managed to beat me to our bedroom. By our third kiss we were naked and on the bed. "Lie back because I've got something special in mind for you tonight," Sandy said while moving between my legs. Thank God for birthdays and anniversaries because that was the only time I ever got any oral action. She wasn't half bad and probably would be better if she practiced more often but I guess I was happy getting what I was getting. Her lips were warm and she used more than enough tongue to get me hard again. I had my eyes closed as she licked and sucked me until I was ready to cum. I guess I waited too long, because before I could warn her, I was shooting my load into her mouth. "Damn it Steve why didn't you give me some warning," she yelled pulling off my dick as semen now shot everywhere. "Sorry babes, you were doing such a good job, it just happened too fast for me to warn you," I said trying to get myself out of this one. "And if it wasn't your birthday, I wouldn't be down there doing it either." Oh well, it wasn't the end of the world as I pushed her back on the bed and put a pillow under her ass. "Here, let me make up for that little slip," I said smiling as I started eating her pussy. She never shaved it, saying that it would itch growing back, but did keep it nicely trimmed for me. I was an oral type of guy and she was the one bentifitting from my years of experience. I would watch her lie back and close her eyes as she enjoyed what I was doing to her. Tonight, like always, I was in no hurry. In fact, I liked to prolong it until she either went nuts or begged me to finish her off and tonight was no exception. From her deep breathing and her body motions I knew she was close. I tweaked her clit as I licked her entire slit before swirling my tongue around the opening of her pussy getting it good and wet. Her spasm started off slow but was building as her body finally gave it up. "Oh God yes," she cried out as I never stopped or gave her a break. With a finger working her pussy, I concentrated on her very sensitive clit as she told me to come inside. I climbed on top and for the first five minutes I pounded away with her legs over my shoulder as I pushed in enjoying every inch. Pulling out and lying on my side, I lifted her legs and nailed her from underneath. In this position I could watch my dick slide into her, what a sensual sight. It wasn't long before I felt my own rumbling as I shot a small load into her pussy as she massaged my ball until I was good and empty. I left it in, soaking as I called it, moving it in and out every couple of seconds. I tapped on her stomach with my fingertips, 'I Love You Very Much' she smiled. After only about two minutes she announced that she needed to go to the bathroom. I'd come down off the mountain but didn't want to pull just yet; it still felt you too good. "Just a couple more minutes," I begged but it wasn't to be. Sandy pulled back and out flopped my cock as she bounced out of bed. I could see the fresh puddle of juices on the bed as I rolled over on my stomach and grabbed her pillow; it still smelled like her. She brought back a hand towel and wiped up, or at least tried to get rid of the sticky mess on her side of the bed. "Next time we finish up on your side of the bed," she said throwing the towel in the hamper. "Let's do it again," I said reaching for her. Are you up to it?" "Maybe I should be asking you that question, can you get it up again tonight?" my wife said with her hands on her hips. "Let's find out together; at least one of us will get off," I said smiling and moving towards her. "It'll take too long and I'm tired. Give me a rain check," she said adjusting the covers on the bed. "Now go wash your mouth and then come back and give me a good night kiss." "Foiled again." I said making my way into the bathroom. A warm washcloth removed the juices from my dick; face and a slug of citrus mouthwash took care of my breath. A kiss on the lips and a little tongue action and my night of bliss was over, but not forgotten. "I guess I'm not dead just yet," I thought to myself before falling asleep. Fifty was the new forty but I didn't feel a day over thirty. At work they called me wildman because few could keep up with me. It seemed that the younger group was more interested in getting a paycheck than actually working. When supervisors' positions opened up you almost had to beg people to apply for it; as I said no one had any ambition any more. "You go ahead and I'll catch up with you later," the plant manager would say trying to keep up with me as I walked at almost a rout step. I guess that was a carry over from boot camp when the platoon leader would yell out 'rout step' and the entire platoon would almost double time to where ever we were going. However, if you were in the back you ended up running anyway. Those were the days. Thank God, only a few people in the office knew it had been my birthday last Friday so I only had to put up with a little shit on Monday. "I suppose you're going to need training wheels for your bike soon," one of the salesmen said as I was leaving for the day. "The day I can't handle my bike is the day they bury me," I replied as I hit the button to start my pride and joy. My black 08 Harley Ultra came to life with a rumble, which brought more than a smile to my face. My morning ride in and my evening ride home were something I looked forward to every day. The only time I didn't ride is if it was pouring rain when I got up in the morning. More than once last winter my boss was amazed that I'd ridden in. "What are you nuts? Do you know how cold it was this morning?" "Some where in the low thirties," I respond. But with a full-face helmet, a silk facemask that extended down below my collar and my leathers it was more than bearable. The only thing I feared when it was pitch dark in the morning was finding a dead dog or any other large animal in the road. Hitting something like that on two wheels, doing about fifty, would really ruin my day. I got my first bike when I was sixteen and had five others before turning to sports cars when I got out of the Marines. A modified Jag XKE was a black hole when it came to money to keep it on the road, a 280ZX, a Porsche and finally a couple of corvettes rounded out my stable. They were all fun to drive but they didn't give me the rush that throwing a leg over a bike would, but my wife said they weren't safe. Please don't call me whipped even if I was. The torque, the speed and just the freedom of being out there in the elements did something to me. From a Honda 305 Scrambler, to a Shovelhead chopper, to a BMW touring bike and finally a Suzuki GS750, I had and tried them all by the time I'd hit twenty-eight. The Shovelhead chopper had a hard tail that about did me in on my first long ride. It had a sixty-degree rake and a springier front end, which transferred the engine vibration through the handlebars up to my hands. I made one trip to Sturgis on it and about cried when we finally got there. My back was killing me from every bump in the road and my hands hurt like a son of a bitch. I sold it as soon as I got back home. It looked badass but that's how it rode. The BMW wasn't anything like I thought it would be and I felt like an old man riding it; I kept for a total of eight months. The Suzuki was the fastest production bike when it first came out which appealed to my need for speed; back then they didn't have the crotch rockets. However, after someone asked me how I could put up with that high pitch whine I wanted to kill him. You see I hadn't noticed any high pitch whine but after he mentioned it, that's all I heard. I kept it for another year before moving on. By then I had moved onto sports cars and was trading them as often as I'd changed bikes. I was looking for that one vehicle that would give me the fix I craved. So, about six cars later and about twenty more years under my belt I was driving a Ford Expedition, a Chevy HHR and had a 2002 Z06 Corvette in the garage under a dust cover. It was my China Doll that I drove only on sunny days when all conditions were perfect. The kids were on their own, and my wife and I were settled; too settled. We had gone to Bike Week in Daytona almost every year in the seventies but after we got rained on in 1981, there was always something going on that needed my attention and my wife didn't care to go anyway. I guess I got lost in the shuffle. When our town started putting it's own Bike Fest every year, I was there with bells on. The custom bike show was the high point of my weekend as I looked and drooled over this machine or that. As it got bigger it went from one day to two and finally it was three days of rumble and leather. "Babes, I'm looking at a bike you'd look hot on the back of," I said talking to her on my cell phone, looking at all the show bikes. "Don't even think about it Steve. Your not safe on four wheels much less two," she would always tell me and she was right. Anyway, I still looked. I talked to all the builders, dealers displaying their bikes and some where along the way I got hooked again or maybe still would be a better word. It was three years ago that push came to shove. I was downtown looking at all the bikes and it hit me; I could afford one if I dumped my corvette. The wheels were turning in my head as I did what I needed to do, behind my wife's back no less. "Steve, people are calling about someone selling a red corvette; just tell me it's not our little red corvette?" she said sounding more than a little annoyed. "You don't have to worry about it any longer, it's sold. A guy is flying in from Texas to pick it up on Wednesday. He's bringing a cashier's check and I'm picking him up at the airport." "I thought you loved that car?" "I do, but I'm replacing it with something else." Thank God she didn't ask what just then; I'd hate like hell to lie to my wife. With the car gone Wednesday and the money in the bank I was ready for a change. "There's not a chance in hell I'm going to let you do that!" my wife yelled at me. "If I'd known what you were planning I never would have let you sell the vette." "Babes, I never drove it. It looked good, drove like a dream but I was afraid to drive it or should I say scratch it. I wish now that I'd bought the one with twenty thousand miles on it that had a few scrapes and nicks instead of the show model. It was something to look at and drive on a sunny day but wasn't an everyday vehicle. I want something I can ride to work and won't go nuts if it gets a little dirty." "But a motorcycle? I'm too young to be a widow." "I'm a careful rider," I said trying to persuade her. "I'm not worried about you, it's all the other idiots on the road I don't trust. Steve, old people down here don't see or hear well." "That's why I'm not buying a Honda; you can't even hear them coming up on you. What I am looking at is a Harley. They're by no means quiet and didn't you tell me when we met, you were born to ride?" "Steve, I said that seventeen years ago when we were tooling around Key West on little mini motorbikes. I'm not going to let you do it, that's my final word." "Babes, you have two choices. One, you can come with me and help me pick one out or you can sit at home and see what I bring home; your choice but it's going to happen." Sandy chose option number one but wasn't happy. I got literature from the local dealer and spent days on the computer looking at all the models and especially the costs. Damn, they were expensive. I went to the show rooms, sat on the ones I'd narrowed it down to and finally talked to people who actually owned Harleys. I remembered my chopper and was concerned about their reliability. The old Harleys weren't dependable. They would literally vibrate the bolts loose and you always needed to make sure you kept your tool kit handy. A friend of mine, who was a cop, said that his Road King was as good as any Jap bike on the road and it was American made. It had been a hell of a long time since I'd ridden a motorcycle and needless to say I was a little uneasy about it, but I'd never tell Sandy that especially because of her crack about becoming a widow. "How long has it been?" a salesman asked. "About twenty years." "You never lose it, it's just like riding a bike." "Yeah, but in this case, a big bike." "How many years did you ride?" he asked sizing me up. "About nine total." "Look, we've got certification training every Sunday morning. Jump on one of the small bikes and get your legs back under you. If you feel confident after twenty minutes or so, you can take the road test. You'll be surprised how quickly it'll come back to you." I asked Sandy to come with me but she said this was my thing not hers. "Go do your thing, come back and we'll talk," is all she would say about it. I was there Sunday morning early and was put on a small Ducati that looked like it had gone through both World Wars. It kept choking out until it was warmed up. I did laps around the parking lot, started, stopped and weaved in and out around the cones; I was in seventh heaven. I didn't get a point off on the road test. But I soon realized I had to take a written test also; which was a hell of a lot harder than the driving test. I guess I should have read the book. The instructor did say if I didn't understand a question to ask him to explain it to me, I took him up on it more than once. I came through the door with a temporary license saying that I'd kicked ass and taken names; I was now legal. "Great," was my wife's only reply. My buddy cautioned me not to go small especially if Sandy was going to ride with me. I finally settled on a burgundy Road King and even had them put on a backrest for my wife. Sandy followed me in our car as I rode it home from the dealer. I'd already gotten insurance that morning and was just getting use to the feel of the bike as I went up and down the gears, weaved around in my lane and generally had a fantastic time for all of twenty one miles. I'd died and gone to heaven. When we got home I told her I was going out for a little ride but she was pissed when I came back an hour later. "I thought you were dead in some ditch. You said you were going out on a little ride. Do you know you were gone for an hour?" As you can see, Sandy was not comfortable with me owning a bike. Our first two-up ride was about a month later. I'd wanted to put a few miles under my belt to make me feel more than secure but it ended up being a total of twelve miles. There was a lot of, "you're going too fast" and "you don't have to take the corners that sharp do you?" But over all, it was a success. I thought she'd love it as much as I did after she got over her initial fear but I'm sorry to say I was wrong. She wasn't comfortable and the backrest was hitting her too low. It was costly but the following year I decided to upgrade to the top of the line so she wouldn't have any more excuses not to ride with me. The Ultra had every option excluding hot and cold running water. A full fairing, radio and a backrest attached to a trunk that was as plush as our living room couch. She could change the radio station, play a CD or plug in her I-Pod if she wanted. The trunk and side bags had inserts that acted like soft-sided luggage, which gave her more than enough storage, even for her. Our first long trip was a birthday bash at the beach. We left midmorning, when it was light and warm, and the hour and forty-five minutes trip to the beach went off without a hitch. I told her if she got tired and wanted to stop to just let me know. Her only complaint was that she didn't have a holder for her water bottle. One more trip to visit her friend who had just bought a condo on the beach and I figured we'd be on the road all the time after that; I was so very wrong. Sandy was a chicken and didn't like being cold. She didn't like being 'out there' as she put it, especially without anything around her and unless it was eighty degrees she was cold. I bought her a warm leather jacket and her helmet had earflaps that zipped in and out. When she tried to surprise me with a bike trip to the coast in March I just starred at her. It was my birthday and even in March, Florida is cold. I Just Didn't Want To Hear It "Babes, there is no way in hell you'll be comfortable riding to St. Augustine. Within ten minutes you're going to be freezing your ass off and we'll be heading back home; trust me. Why don't we put it off for a couple of months and then go?" I guess she wasn't too happy that I kind of ruined her birthday surprise; I hate these kind of surprises as much as I hated birthdays. After that we rode together occasionally at best. I took her out for breakfast; we went on a Sunday afternoon ride but most of the time we took one or the other car. That's when I did something that changed my life; I switched or changed bikes. I'd upgraded from my Road King to the Ultra thinking that would make Sandy want to ride with me. When I finally got it through my thick skull it was never going to happen I figured it was time to make a change, but this time for me. The local bike fest was going to take place in a month so I took off the Friday so I'd have more than enough time to look at all custom bikes that would be on display. What did I want or what was I looking for? I didn't have a clue. I just knew it had to be something special but at a price that wouldn't break the bank. I checked with the organizers on who would be showing and went to each one of their websites to see what they'd be bringing with them. I wanted to deal with someone local so that cut down the number of exhibitors I'd be looking at. Custom bikes had come a long way along with the V Twin engine. Everything was now rubber mounted which helped with the vibration but didn't eliminate it completely. The old style stringer front ends were a thing of the past, unless it was built just for show. They were replaced with the telescoping forks that still allowed a good degree of rake but took up about seventy five percent of the road vibration. Most of the wheels were magnesium and the rear tires were all big and fat and didn't have a lot of rear fender covering them. The best of the lot had embroidered seats and some were even gel filled which made it easier on your ass. Only the show bikes or those crazy idiots who never rode any distance were outfitted the above shoulder bars or what they at one time called California handle bars; but for me I just wanted a nice pair of pull backs. I narrowed my search down to three shops, one in Groveland, one in Orlando and the final one Ocala. I guess I should have told my bride what I was planning on doing but it was safer to just spring it on her, that way she wouldn't have time to go totally nuts on me. I walked the displays Friday, told them I was interested in a bike and let them sell me on what they had. One shop didn't have anything I liked but both of the others had at least one I'd be interested. Overall the prices were reasonable at best but both agreed to a trade plus cash if we could come to terms. By Sunday I'd narrowed it down to a peal white and silver one from Orlando and a lime green one from Groveland. Both had the wow factor and everything else I was looking for. That's when I told Sandy. "No, no, no. We have no extra money for any more of your toys. You've got a perfectly good bike, be satisfied with what you got. "I am satisfied with what I got, but I'm looking for that little bit extra, besides I'm trading in my Ultra so it'll only be an extra seven to eight grand." "We argued all Sunday morning and in the end, I just walked up the street and did what I was going to do anyway. I picked the pearl white and silver one and after signing my life away I rode it home. Sandy didn't say a word to me Sunday, Monday and Tuesday; all she did was call me a selfish asshole. We still slept in the same bed but there was no kissing and the only flesh I saw was her back when she rolled over to go to sleep. The bike was everything I'd dreamed it would be. My heart rate rose as soon as I turned on the ignition. I could literally feel the blood pumping through my veins while my endorphins went wild even before I took off. It wasn't a crotch rockets that could do a wheelie at ninety miles per hour going down the turnpike, more so the badest looking cruisers on the road. As always, I did most of my riding to and from work. It was about a fifty mile round trip and lately I was adding a couple of mile to my commute by taking the long route around the lake. "Aren't you a little old to be riding a bike like that," a few people at work asked me when they saw my new ride. "I maybe fifty, but I'm not dead yet," would be my standard reply. After dinner on Thursday I found Sandy outside looking it over. I walked up behind her and asked what she thought of it. "It's pretty, but I don't understand what the big deal is. You've got no fairing, no radio and I can't even see any turn signals. And if you think I'm going to ride on that little pad on the fender your going to be sadly mistaken." "It's not setup for a passenger, so don't worry, I won't be asking you to ride with me anymore." "Good, now I won't feel bad for turning you down again and again. I didn't like riding on your last bike and I'd sure as hell wouldn't sit my ass on this one." At least we know where we both stood. Sandy was still pissed about the money I'd spent. I'd used my own 401K funds but as she put it, that was both of our retirement monies. Kissing came first and our sex life restarted shortly there after. It wasn't more than a month later that I went on my first weekend ride. "There's a ride to raise money for Hospices this Saturday," I told Sandy. It starts at eight o'clock and I should be home sometime after ten. She didn't get her ass out of bed on the weekends before nine o'clock so I didn't see a problem. I got home shortly after ten and she had coffee waiting for me. We ate breakfast together and planned the rest of the weekend out. God, I was starting to hate yard work. About every other week I went on a ride of some sort. I got to know a lot of the bikers and made more than a few friends. They weren't a hard ass group even though some of them looked like Hell's Angels right out of California and I was surprise at how many women were riding. It used to be the only way you saw a woman on a bike was behind her boyfriend or husband. Now more and more had their own bikes and I'm not talking just entry-level bikes either. "Nice looking bike, who did it?" a girl in full leathers asked me before an early morning ride about a month later. "CJ's in Orlando," I said sipping on a cup of coffee. "They take your first born? Because by the way it looks, it must have been expensive." "You're right, it wasn't cheap, but it was worth every penny," I said as I showed her the bike in detail. "My name is Cindy, that's my bike over there," she said pointing to a silver gray Victory. "I didn't have the money for something like this and Jap bikes are way too tall for me. The dealer changed a few things and got it almost four inches lower. Now at least I can stand flat footed at a stop sign," she said with a smile. "My worst fear is being somewhere and having it fall over, there's no way I could ever pick it up." "Cindy, most guys can't pickup their bike by themselves. Even resting on the crash bars, they're still too heavy for one person." We talked, shot the shit about bikes and then mounted up for our ride. After we were all done with the poker run and got back to the dealer, I told her I'd see her at the next ride if she was there. She waved, I waved and we both headed out in opposite directions. Like always Sandy was waiting breakfast on me. "You have fun this morning?" she asked. "A blast. The weather was nice and there must have been over forty of us this morning." Those were the only words that were usually spoken about my rides. I saw Cindy almost every other weekend. I made it a point to be next to her on most rides and after the last one she invited me out for breakfast. A quick call to Sandy, to tell her I'd be late, and we headed out to the local Denny's. We ate and talked for the better part of two hours telling each other our lives story. Cindy said she divorced her husband last year because after twenty years they'd grown so apart that neither one knew the other any longer. He loved his work more than her, and she loved her freedom more than him. It wasn't ugly; it was just a breakup no more no less. I told her I was happily married but that Sandy and I didn't have the same interests like her and her husband. "I'd like nothing better than to pick a point on the map, get on my bike and just ride until I hit it. I get such a high from riding and even though I've tried to explain it to Sandy she doesn't get it and never will. "I know exactly what you mean. The people at my work would be shocked if they knew I spent most weekends on a motorcycle. Just once, I'd like to put on my leathers and drive into work, especially on a bike like yours. To see the look on those prissy women and the macho guys who've never been even close to a bike would be priceless." "How about this, you wear slacks one day next week and I pick you up for lunch. I'll come up to your office, hand you your leather jacket and we take off with as much fanfare as possible. You'd have them talking about you that's for sure." We both laughed at the idea of it. "You know Steve, why don't we do it? I mean Tuesday you come over at about five to twelve and we'll do it. At least it'll give them something interesting to talk about for a couple of days. Then, maybe I'll bring my bike in the following week and say it was a gift from my new boyfriend; but I'll make sure to dress the part." "Then it's a date." We exchanged phone number and made all the arrangements. "Steve, I'll call you Tuesday morning to confirm it. You'd better not stand me up," she said looking at me. "I'm getting excited all ready about it." We talked for about ten minutes more before I told her I had to leave. "I've got honey do's to finish up this afternoon," I said with a frown. "I'd rather be riding up the coastal road looking for a B & B to spend the night." We said our goodbyes and I made my way home. Sandy was all ready in the back yard planting so I changed and joined her. "How come you're late today?" "Stopped off for breakfast this morning for a change," I told her hoping it was end there. "Well, I missed you this morning," she said pulling on a tree root. "I think you're right, maybe we should just pave it all over, and it would sure save a lot of time and effort." "I'll second that. How about you and me take off later today and head towards the coast. I know there are a few quant place we've never been to for dinner and we can find a motel or bed and breakfast to spend the night; it'll be like when we first got married before the kids came along." "And, I suppose you'll want to do this on your bike?" "Sure, why not. I'll grab a cushion from one of the chairs on the porch and we'll make a night of it." "If we do it in the big car I might take you up on it, otherwise I'll pass." "But babes, it'll be like an adventure, you know, going with the flow." "Well, how about if it rains? There's nothing I'd like better than to be on a damn motorcycle riding down the road in the rain; be still my heart," she said now laughing at me. We stayed home Saturday night and had a pizza delivered. Sitting in the den on the floor with a glass of wine and pizza Sandy said it didn't get any better than this. I chose to differ. We had good sex Saturday night. It would have been great but she was bone tired and a little tipsy from three glasses of wine. She didn't pass out after our first session, but she did get sleepy and we ended up cuddling before going to bed early. Sunday morning, before she woke up, I cleaned up my bike. I hated those blind mosquitoes because they got into every crevice my hand couldn't reach. A long bristle brush finally did the trick after ten million gallons of water to soften them up. After that I got out the leaf blower and blew off all the water. Using soap with rainex in it worked great. You could blow off the water and wipe off the few remaining droplets and it looked like it had been professionally detailed. I wish someone had told me about this trick years ago. We read the newspapers and ate breakfast on the deck. We watched a bit of the news, argued politics when I said they all lied and went back to bed for a little sexual relief. Sunday sex had become a staple and since it was light, I got to watch her when we made love. Sandy always wanted the lights out even though I liked them on. I love to watch her while I ate her pussy. To see the little twitches and other body movements she made just before she climaxed; it turned me on. I loved it when she rode me, but we hadn't done it that way in years but this morning I talked her into doing a reverse cowgirl as I pulled her back on my stomach as I worked over her pussy the best I could. We both climaxed and just lay there in bed for the next half hour. God, I love Sunday mornings. "We've got to get up, Karin is going to be here soon." "Call her back and tell her we're having sex and lying around naked." "That is one conversation I don't plan on having with our daughter this morning," Sandy said punching me. "You don't think she knows we still do it? Just tell her it's our date night and that if she doesn't want to get embarrassed, not to come over." I lost before I could even give her my closing argument. Monday I called Cindy and I told her I'd bring her Sandy's leather jacket so she didn't have to bring hers. "I haven't shaved since Saturday morning so I'll have just the right amount of stubble. I'll leave on my shades, this way no one will recognize me later." "You're really getting into this aren't you?" "Damn right, how often does a hard ass biker get to put a hot prissy woman on the back of his bike and take her to lunch." We both laughed. All right, I didn't look like a Hell's Angel. I didn't have any tattoos, but I did have on a headscarf and shades. I went up to the receptionist and said I was here for Cindy. Her look said it all as she whispered into the phone to Cindy that there was a man to see her in the lobby. It was no more than three minutes that she came out. "Hey babes," she announced loud enough so everyone in earshot could hear as she gave me a big lip lock kiss. "Steve, you'd better be hungry because I'm starved." Turning to the receptionist she told Jennifer, if anyone asks, she'd be gone until about one o'clock. "Shall we go sweetheart?" With that, I handed her the jacket and we headed out the front door as more than a few people looked on. I climbed aboard my bike, sat down and started it up making sure I revved it up more than a few times. Cindy put on her sunglasses, jumped on the tiny pea pad and with her arms tightly around me we were off. "Did you see the look on her face when I jumped into your arms? I thought she was going to choke on her gum." "I saw two older guys in suits looking out the when we took off. You'll probably get more than one look when you go back." "One look? Steve I hope to get at least a dozen along with more than a few questions about the new man in my life. I hope I didn't embarrass you with that kiss, I needed to make it look real." "Having a beautiful woman kiss me, I'll take that type of embarrassment every day of the week," I said as we ordered lunch. "You think they bought it?" "By the look on Jennifer, hook, line and sinker. I only wish my boss would have seen us. He's an arrogant bastard who treats the women around the office as his personal servants. He was in a meeting but if it's not asking too much, I'd like to introduce you when we get back. Just be your macho self. He's such a puss, he'll probably pee in his pants." She was loving every minute of it. We went back and put on an even bigger show if that was possible. Her boss was out of his meeting and she went out of her way to introduce us. "Steve, this is my boss Mr. Robert Thomas," she said as he held out his hand. I thought about crushing his hand but felt that would be pushing it as I gave him a firm handshake. "My girl has told me a lot about you," I said without going any further as I starred at him. "Babes, I've got to go; nice to have met you Bob," I said turning around now. We walked to the lobby and this time I grabbed her and gave her a full mouth kiss with a lot of tongue. "That should hold you until tonight." I said putting on my sunglasses and walking out under the watchful eyes of about ten people. I started up my bike and drove back to work. Act one scene, two was done. About four o'clock my cell phone rang, it was Cindy. "Oh my God Steve did you make an impression. I felt everyone's eyes on me as I walked back to my cubicle and it wasn't twenty minutes later that all the other women in the office were asking me about my new man. To a one, they thought you were hot. They wanted to know how we met, what we have in common and Jennifer wanted to know how you are in bed. I told them we met at a Hospice fundraiser and that you asked me out and wouldn't take no for an answer." "At a fund raiser? A strip club would have been a better story." "And what the hell would I be doing at a strip club?" "Well, dancing of course. You know earning a few extra bucks on weekends, it's not like you don't have the body for it." "Thanks for the compliment, I think," she told me. "Steve, they were on me so fast that I didn't have enough time to make up anything too outrageous. Next time I'll be better prepared. And if you're interested, I told Jennifer that you were an animal in bed and that we spent most weekends making love all night long. She told me that if it doesn't work out with us to give you her number. As I said you made an impression." "How about your boss?" "Believe it or not, he was actually nice to me all afternoon. I think he wanted to know what I said about him but he was afraid to ask. Calling him Bob instead of Robert was just the icing on the cake." "Well, I'm glad that I could help and I really did enjoy lunch; we'll have to do this again." We broke it off a couple of minutes later because I had a lot to do before I headed for home. I was in a great mood when I drove in just before five-thirty. I started the grill, grabbed a Corona and started to set the table. I was just finishing when Sandy walked in caring two bags of groceries. I grabbed one and put it on the counter. "Looks like you've got dinner under control, what are we having?" Steaks on the grill, baked potatoes, green beans and crescent rolls; and either another beer or I'll open a bottle of wine, your choice. Dinner was more than pleasant until I did something stupid. She asked what I did today and I told her. I thought she'd get a kick out of it, but just the opposite happened. "You kissed her?" "Babes, it was just for show, it meant nothing," I said trying to get myself out of this. "We did it to shock the shit out of her straight laced office." "Is that why you didn't shave? I was wondering about that. Where did you take her on your date anyway?" "Sandy, it wasn't a date and we just went to Too Jays deli and grabbed a sandwich, that's all." "Did you kiss her again when you brought her back to work?" she asked putting her fork down. I lied. "No, she just introduced me to her boss and I went back to work. It was just a joke we played on her office, that's all," I said going back to my plate. "How many other biker babes do you have that I don't know about?" "Honey, I don't have any biker babes, just you." "A likely story. So I guess that's why you started going on all those Saturday morning motorcycle runs; it's so you could meet other women." "Sandy, I go to ride my bike with my friends, not to pick up women. I've invited you every time I go and you're more than welcome to come next Saturday with me. Then you can see for yourself what's going on." I Just Didn't Want To Hear It "That's probably why you got rid of your old bike that had the big passenger seat and got this new one with only one seat. That way you can pick up other women bikers." "Sandy, I got rid of the other bike because you never wanted to go with me. I asked you a hundred times and you turned me down flat, with the exception of two times." "Steve, it's not fun, I don't enjoy it. So, now because I won't go you're trying to replace me with some biker slut?" "Cindy is not a slut." "How do you know? What kind of woman would kiss another woman's husband? She's a slut in my book." It was only getting worse every time I opened my mouth. "Look, come with me this Saturday. If you don't want to sit on the small seat I have, I'll find another guy who has a vacant back seat you can ride with. Come, we'll have a good time and then I'll take you out for breakfast." "So in other words, you want me to come, but you're going to pawn me off on one of your buddies so you and Cindy can ride off on your own bikes? But as a favor, you'll take me out to breakfast afterwards. I think not. If I'm not on the back of your bike you're not going." "Suit yourself, but you're not going to be happy," and she wasn't. Even with a monoshock, it was a rough ride at best. Sandy complained the entire time and said I hit every bump I could find. At breakfast she announced to everyone that today was the last time she'd ever be on the back of someone's motorcycle again. Let's just say, Sandy wasn't a big hit. I did introduce her to Cindy so she could see that I wasn't hiding anyone behind her back. She was pleasant but did give her more than a once over. They were basically the same height, Cindy was more endowed if you know what I mean, and no one could miss Sandy's red flowing hair while Cindy had shorter blonde hair. In a fair fight I'm not sure who would win, but at least it didn't look like it was going to come to that. We did a slow ride back to our house after breakfast. I made sure it was on the smoothest roads and gave her my jacket to sit on to take up some of the road bumps. "Well, that was an experience I won't soon forget," she said getting off the back of the bike. "I'll probably need a chiropractor to get my spine back in place." "Babes, remember this was your idea. You could have been a lot more comfortable on the back of a dozen or so bikes but you were too stubborn to listen." Why I hadn't learned to keep my big mouth shut I'll never know. She wasn't in the greatest of moods and I was adding to it. "Well at least that's the last ride we'll have to deal with for a while." "Sandy, I've got that fundraiser in two weeks. It's a hundred mile run over to the coast and I plan on going." "Steve, read my lips, you're not going without me and I'm not getting on the back of your bike, so deal with it." This became a real tension with us after that Saturday ride. Neither one of us were giving an inch and things were getting kind of ugly as Saturday approached. "You figure it out?" she asked in a snotty tone. "Yup." "Well, I'm waiting." "You're driving your car and meeting us over there," I told her. "Why don't we both go in my car, that way we'll be together?" "Sandy you still don't get it yet do you? I love to ride my damn bike. It makes me feel fantastic, free and like a bit of a rebel. I've tried to get you interested enough to join me for years with out any luck. So, if you don't want to join me that's your loss, but I'm going with or without you Saturday." I was going to count down to the explosion but I didn't have a chance to even get to one. "We'll see about that," was all she said before turning her back on me and leaving the room. There was a nip in the air in our bedroom that night. There was no goodnight kiss and if she'd moved over any further she'd been lying on the floor. This was something I wasn't going to give in on. Friday night I noticed the difference as soon as I walked through the door. Dinner was almost done and she'd all ready opened a Corona for me. Dinner will be ready shortly she said giving me a kiss walking back to the stove. "This is more like it," I thought to myself as I took my first sip looking at today's mail sitting on the counter. Dinner was great and Sandy was more lovey dovie than she'd been in weeks. "Looks like I'm getting lucky tonight." I took a quick shower and was waiting in bed for her. She came out in something real sexy and slid in next to me kissing me soft at first before driving her tongue half way down my throat. I was already getting hard feeling her breasts through the almost transparent silk nightgown. I was breathing hard as I kissed and then licked her neck. "I could use that tongue action somewhere else," she whispered in my ear running her own tongue across my ear before kissing me again. I pushed her back on the bed and slipped the satin pink thong off her as I positioned myself between her legs. "Relax hon, we've got all night and all day tomorrow to make love." My tongue got soft, among other things, and I got mad because I hated to be played. "You got it babes," I said working on her clit as she moved under me. "Let me get you off good right now and tomorrow night, when I get back, we can start this all over again." I said slipping a finger in her pussy. It didn't take more than a few seconds to figure out she'd been found out. "Honey I don't want you to go tomorrow," she said reaching up to pull me to her. "Wouldn't you rather be doing this than riding that stupid motorcycle?" "I want to do both." That when the mood changed. "Steve, you either stay her with me and get my warmth or you can get all the warmth you want off your damn bike engine, it's your choice." "I think I'll take my bike in that case. It at least doesn't play games with me or try to trick me into doing something out of spite," I said sitting up and climbing out of bed. "Steven Moore, you go tomorrow and it'll be a cold day in hell before see or touch this body again." I didn't respond to her. I just put on my shorts, tee shirt and started to walk out of our bedroom. "Steve, do you hear me? I'm not kidding?" were the last words I heard. Saturday morning was beautiful. The dealership had coffee and donuts waiting for us and we all mounted up and were off by eight o'clock. I'd slept on the living room couch and hadn't gotten a lot of sleep. The ride gave time to figure out my next move when it came to Sandy. "Where's the wife this morning?" Cindy asked. "Sulking at home. She told me not to go today and if I did there would be consequences." "That doesn't sound good. Maybe she'll have a change of heart, this is really something stupid to argue about." And she was right. "She doesn't still think we're fooling around does she?" "Cindy, I don't know what she's thinking. This is something I love to do and I won't give it up just because she doesn't like to do it. There are a lot of things she does with her friends without me. If I told her to give up her dance classes, there'd be hell to pay; what's the difference?" "Steve, sometimes when it comes to women it doesn't have to make sense; it is what it is. I can't say who's right in this case because I'm with you when it comes to riding. After an hour all the stress of the week is gone and I'm feeling relaxed and exhilarated both at the same time; I love it. Don't worry, she'll be there to welcome you home with open arms among other things unless she's a total idiot." I hoped she was right. I got home just before one o'clock in the afternoon to an empty house. There was no note and her cell went directly to voicemail. By four o'clock I was getting concerned and by six I was starting to get a little pissed as I left her another voice message. I had dinner alone and it was after ten o'clock before she finally got home. "Where in the hell have you been? Didn't you get my messages?" "Yeah, so?" was her flip reply. I guess it was her way of getting some measure of payback for my ride today, but I wasn't going to play her game. "Well, I'm going to bed; I'll see you in the morning," I said climbing the stairs not even looking back at her. Sandy came in just after eleven o'clock. She did her thing in the bathroom as I lay there pretending to be asleep. I'd hoped she'd come over and cuddle but I guess that wasn't going to happen as she clung to her side of the bed. So our tit for tat started. Instead of staying home and not talking to one another I went on a ride every Saturday. Most of the times Sandy was still gone when I got home and two nights a week she was going somewhere after work and wasn't coming home until after eight. I didn't have a clue what she was doing and figured she was still playing her stupid games. "Sandy, don't you think this has gone on long enough?" "Steve, what are you talking about?" "Don't play cute with me. I want this crap to end between us." "Oh, you mean where you picked that damn hunk of metal over me? Is that what you're talking about?" "You know I didn't do that. Ok, if you want to play games, I'll stop going on my weekend rides if you stop going to dance anymore. I think that's an equal trade don't you?" "It's not the same thing." "The hell it isn't. You love to dance and I love to ride; you tell me what the difference is?" We didn't talk the rest of the night, but I think I made my point; well I hope I had because this was getting old. Saturday I sat drinking a cup of coffee at the breakfast bar. I watched her walk into the kitchen and look up at the clock. "Well?" I asked. "Go on your damn ride," she said turning around and walking back upstairs. "Getting any better at home?" Cindy asked. "Not much but at least I think she finally saw my point." "So you're back together?" "I didn't say that, I just said I think she saw my point." We both laughed. "Not home again, where the hell was she," I said to myself for the umpteenth time as I came home to a dark empty house. There still was no love making but at least she was talking to me, not at me now a days. Sandy rushed in at 6:30 and apologized for being late. "We lost track of time," was all she said. "Where are you going all the time and with who?" "Shopping if your interested and with someone from work. You're not home anyway so why do you care?" "Sandy, I'm always home before one o'clock but you're staying out all day; what gives?" "Wouldn't you love to know?" she said taunting me. After one more week of this shit I'd had enough. I was trying to be nice but Sandy wasn't telling me jack shit and don't get me started on our love life. "Steve, you going on the ride Saturday?" Cindy called to ask Thursday. "Not this week. Some thing is going on with my wife and I'm going to find out what it is." "You don't think she's cheating on you do you?" "At this point I don't know what to think, but I'm going to find out." I faked leaving and switching vehicles with a buddy of mine I waited down the block for her to leave. About ten o'clock she came out dressed in jeans, boots and a jean jacket. I followed her about fifteen miles until she pulled into a driveway. I stopped and watched her get out and go up to the door. A big burly guy answered the door, smiled and she walked in. "Who in the fuck is that?" I waited an hour before leaving, but not before writing down the address. It didn't look good. I went home and went through our computer, looking for who knows what, and finally went through all her drawers. Like I said, I didn't have a clue what I was looking for, but didn't all husbands who thought their wives were cheating on them do it? Sandy came home about five and gave me the look like she didn't expect that I'd be home. "Where were you?" "I went out shopping with a friend of mine from work." A lie and I knew it. "You want to talk about anything?" I asked. "Not really, unless you have something to get off your chest," she said in a cocky tone of voice. "I was going to ask you the same thing," was my flip reply waiting for some reaction, there was none. "Nope, I've got nothing to say." "Cindy, she's fucking cheating on me and even taunting me about it now," I said pissed as hell. "Steve, you don't know that for sure." "Hell I don't. I've followed her twice times to that asshole's house. But this Saturday I'm going to confront the two of them. Then I'm going to go home and toss all her clothes on the front lawn and start the sprinklers. If the asshole wasn't so damn big I'd kick his ass too." "Steve, don't go off half cocked, talk to her for Christ's sakes. Tell her you're concerned about your marriage and the way she's been acting. Maybe you're wrong and it'll jolt her back into reality." "I'll try, but you didn't see how happy she looked when that asshole answered the door." I did what Cindy suggested Friday night. Over dinner she asked if I was going on that run Saturday morning. When I told her I'd planned on it she smiled. The bitch smiled. I was so fucking angry I wanted to strangle her. "Sandy, we need to get closer again. There's still a lot friction between us and I need it gone. After dinner, why don't we have a little alone time like we use to?" And much to my surprise that's exactly what we did and she took the lead for the first time in years. She led me up to our bed and within minutes we were both naked exploring each other on the bed. If this was going to be our last time together I was going to make sure she fully understood what she'd lost. Sandy put more into it then I'd seen in months. She teased me with her tongue, bit my nipples and slapped my ass. When she flipped over and rested her pussy on my chin and said that she was going to ride my tongue, I wondered who the hell this was. After I'd gotten her off, she did a one eighty and started riding reverse cowgirl. "The bitch is showing me some new tricks she probably learned from her new lover," I thought as I decided to take charge. I pounded her every way but loose. I fucked her so hard I was hurting. This wasn't love making more so two people trying to fuck each other to death. I didn't give an inch and neither did she. We kept it up most of the night until I gave out. We fell asleep lying in a pool of sweat and other bodily fluids and would have stayed there for a couple more hours if it weren't for that damn alarm. "You better get going, you're going to be late for your ride," she said with a smile on her face. That brought me back to reality. How can a bitch do what she did last night and go off and fuck someone else behind my back, but it all ends today. I didn't say much to her as I got up, showered and got dressed. "Have fun," she said coming up to me and kissing me. "Bitch," is all I could think about. I gave her an hour to leave and go over to her lover's house. I didn't have to follow her because I knew where she was going. I stopped off had breakfast because I figured I wouldn't be hungry later. A final cup of coffee and I was out of there. I pulled into the driveway and her car wasn't there. I figured she was running late so I just sat there on my bike almost taunting the guy to come out. "Fuck this shit." I went up to his door and banged on it hard three or four times, nothing. Four more times I slammed my fist against that door; nothing. "Oh shit," I thought. Maybe they're doing it in our house." I jumped back on my bike and set a new record getting home. The driveway was empty. The house was quiet and I was pissed. "Were in the fuck are they?" Looking at my watch it was going on ten. "Where the hell were you?" Sandy came barging through the front door. "You weren't at the run this morning Steve and you'd better have a good explanation why not." "Where the hell have you been Sandy? Did you check into a fucking motel this time? Or is he sharing you with his fucking buddies?" "Steve, what the hell are you talking about?" I was just about to get into it with her when asshole peaked his head in the door. "Sandy, I'm heading out. I left you the manual and paperwork you need to file. Have a nice weekend." "Thanks for all your help Kenny, I owe you big time," she said running over to him and giving him a big kiss on the cheek. Shutting the door she started in on me. "Steve, I'm waiting, where the hell were you?" "Sandy, who the hell was that, and where the hell have you been?" I shouted at her. "I was at the run and when you and Cindy didn't show up, I figured you'd be here or at her place," she spit back at me. "Sandy, what are you talking about? And why were you at the run? And who is Kenny?" I said peppering her with questions. "If you'd shown up you'd know." "Sandy, can you give me at least one straight answer?" "Come with me," she said walking out the front door. "That's why I was at the run." "Holly shit," was all I could get out of my mouth as my lower jaw hit the pavement. "Kenny built it for me. It's still a little tall, but he promises to lower it another couple inches before the next run. What do you think?" There on the driveway was a modified red Harley Soft Tail. "It's six years old but he went through and updated everything so it runs perfect. It's a little loud but with my helmet on and on the road I don't notice it. You can't believe how many times I dropped his training bike. I was afraid you'd see all the bruises and scratches I had on my body so I wore big tee shirts to bed. After the first week my muscles hurt so badly at night I just wanted to take a hot shower and climb into bed. But I passed the road test on my first try." "Sandy, I don't understand? How long has this been going on?" "About two months. I got tired of arguing with you so I decided to see what it was like. After I got the hang of it, I found it was a hell of a lot more fun riding than being on that damn fender pad of yours. I was going to ask Cindy, but I figured she'd say something to you. Kenny is a mechanic at the dealer and he picked out the bike for me. I thought about a Sportster but he said after I got into it, this would be a lot better bike for me." I was still in awe. "I thought you were having an affair with Kenny. I followed you and was at his house today to confront the both of you." "After last night you thought I was having an affair? Are you totally brain dead?" "Maybe I should ask you the same question; you thought I was cheating on you with Cindy." "All right we're both a little nuts, but you can't imagine how hard it was for me to keep this secret. I wanted to tell you a million times," she said now smiling ear to ear. "Well, you want to go for a ride or not? That is, if you think you can keep up with me." That was the best ride of my life as we road for the better part of two hours. We stopped off for an early dinner and talked bikes for the first time ever. "I think I'm going to need a better seat. I sweat like hell on this one and I heard a gel seat forms to your ass." "And you do have a nice ass," I said smiling holding her hand across the table. "I suppose now you're going to want a full set of new leathers, better shades and all the bells and whistles." "Nope, I'm satisfied with what I've got and my bike isn't bad either. Why don't we go home and go back to bed; I think I'm starting to get a little tired." I loved her idea of being tired as we road back to the house, parked the bikes and ran upstairs. Yes tired we were, but not until sometime after midnight and we'd test ridden each other at least twice.