8 comments/ 93275 views/ 14 favorites The Angel, the Bikers and Alice By: ptstewart I don’t want to start by telling you the size of Alice’s breasts. All that will come later. Instead I want to tell you about the first time I saw her. I was standing in the hallway of building attached to the church. The large window at the opposite end let in a stream of late afternoon sun. Alice was walking towards me, the light behind her. Her blond hair reflected the sunshine into a halo that glowed more brightly with every step she took towards me. The highly polished floor splashed the light about her feet so that she appeared to glide on a river of gold. When finally I saw her face she was smiling at me and the sense that I had seen an angel was complete. It was an early spring day that I first saw my angel and it took until mid-summer before our first kiss. Unlike her other suitors who were professionals and usually very wealthy, I was just making my way as a sales representative for a machine tools manufacturer. I think my strongest appeal to Alice was the reliability of my affections and my practicality. The thought that my wife would fuck another man had become a strong fantasy of mine. I used her imagined infidelities and pictured her whorish sex with other men to provoke a jealousy that intensified my erotic pleasure. The pain of these jealous feelings acted like the whip the masochist needs to arouse himself. Alice was a few years younger than me and looked younger still. Her long, shapely legs ended in a tight, rounded, small butt. Her spine formed a valley that neatly divided her strong back and her blond hair swept her smooth, tanned shoulders. She complained about her small breasts, but to me they were perfect; firm with small delicate, responsive nipples. Her tummy was aerobicized and yoga-ed into flatness. Her pubic hair was regularly bikini-waxed. She was tall and her arms were long. . She had a bright smile which ignited her blue eyes. Alice worked at the local bank and spent her Sunday mornings in church. I was envied by my friends and colleagues. She was 31. Our sex life was as normal as it gets. The initial enthusiasms of our early married years had waned to a regular twice-weekly, gentle but satisfying love making. My masturbation fantasies though always included Alice with another, indistinctly imagined, man. Alice knew nothing about this of course. We were happy in our marital routine. There was a side to Alice that her best friend, Samantha, described as “the hidden Alice.” There was always something she held back, some reserve. Samantha put it down to Alice losing her father when she was a child or it could have been a natural shyness. Whatever the cause, I didn’t much think about it anymore; instead taking and accepting what Alice showed me of herself. Paying attention to one’s wife is important as I was to discover. The story that follows is a terrible cliché. My famed practicality took the opportunity to turn fantasy into reality and although my imagination was a poor substitute for the reality that followed, the basic outline of my pornographic wishfulness was granted. It all began one early fall day with Tommy. I was sitting at home on a Saturday afternoon with Tommy, a colleague from work. He was a tall guy with muscled forearms and a wide chest. His hair was always cut really short and he had a cocky way of walking, swaying slightly, almost inviting a challenge. His wife and kids were out of town for the weekend and so I had invited him to watch the Red Sox game with me. He had never met Alice before. She walked into the den from the garden where she had been digging and planting. She was wearing shorts and an old work shirt of mine, the sleeves rolled up. Her hair was in a ponytail that was threaded through the back of a baseball hat. Her face lit up with a hostess smile when she saw Tommy. She advanced towards him apologizing for dirty hands, welcoming him and introducing herself. I watched Tommy eye her ass as she left the room. “Wow,” he said automatically and then apologized. “No, no,” I assured him. “She is very beautiful. I am a very lucky man. I can’t help looking either.” “You are right about that,” he replied laughing. We fell into silence watching the game. Tommy had clearly been thinking about my comment. “So you don’t mind guys checking out your wife?” He said with a nervous laugh. “Not at all,” I replied. “I enjoy it actually.” Our attention returned to the game only to be interrupted by Alice returning to the garden, skipping past the television and apologizing in her giggly way. This time Tommy looked her up and down without apology. This was not lost on Alice who blushed and hurried out. “My wife’s a dog,” he said. “Tries her best of course, but she can’t compete with the likes of Alice. It must be like fucking a porno star. How about a swap,” he laughed. “Sure. As long as I can watch,” I replied. At work the next week Tommy asked whether I had been serious. I told him I was but that Alice is not that kind of woman. He told me that he had “whacked off” all weekend thinking about Alice. “Should have swiped a pair of her panties,” he said. His explicit sexual references to Alice excited me and Tommy could see it. “Maybe you should ask her,” he said. Tommy was back the next Saturday sitting in the same spot. Unfortunately Alice was heading out to a Church function and had only time give him her hostess smile before leaving. We watched the game for a while but we were clearly thinking about Alice. “Let’s check out her panty drawer,” he said. My heart beat violently as we walked across the bedroom floor. I felt both a great excitement and a great sense of violating Alice’s privacy. I confessed to Tommy that I had never actually looked in her panty drawer before. He laughed telling me that this was the place of a woman’s secrets. Alice’s many pairs of panties were tossed into the drawer. Tommy rifled through them extracting a couple of black silky numbers and laying them on the bed. Next he pulled the heap of panties forward and looked at the back of the deep drawer. There he discovered two amazing things. Firstly, several pairs of panties I had never seen before. There were tiny thongs and see-thru lace panties. What was more interesting was the battered old paperback that Tommy extracted. It was a sixties-type porn novella with a busty blond on the front cover being restrained by two burly motorbike riders. The book opened to passages describing group sex and forced sex. A small piece of paper drifted to the floor. Tommy picked it up. “It says, ‘5.30 The Red Lobster Bar’.” Why would it be in that book and who had written it? “So, said Tommy, “she likes to wear fuck panties and she masturbates while reading group sex scenes. Not quite the innocent little girl is she?” “I guess not.” “She also met someone at this bar, someone she associates strongly with sex.” Tommy, the amateur sleuth, scooped up one of the black silky panties from the bed and stuffed it into his pocket. He returned the rest of the loot back to its original home. “I was a biker once, in my youth. Tell her that.” Later that night I lay with Alice in bed. “So what did you think of Tommy?” I asked. “Alright I suppose,” she replied still nose-first in her mystery novel. “He seemed to like you,” I said. Alice shot a quick look in my direction. “What do you mean?” she asked. “Nothing, he just said you were a nice looking person.” “Oh.” I curled up close pressing myself against Alice’s warm, smooth skin and played with her nipple. She put down her book and slipped down into the bed turning her back to me and pressing her ass against my hardening cock. “He was a biker once. He tells some amazing stories.” “Like what?” “Guys talk dear, not suitable for a lady’s ears,” I teased. “Don’t be silly,” Alice said “I’m a big girl. Tell me. Please.” I invented the kind of story I imagined her porn book contained. That night we fucked as hard as the early days, Alice athletically moving her hips over my cock until her orgasm sent ripples of intense pleasure through her. It was then that I thought that perhaps, just perhaps, my fantasy might step out into reality. The Red Lobster Bar was just a block away from Alice’s Bank downtown. Nothing was red except the vinyl on the booth seats and there was no lobster on the menu. It was early afternoon and there were only a couple of customers drinking silently and alone. I leaned against the bar and ordered a beer from the lanky young barman. I showed him a picture of Alice and asked whether he had seen her. He looked briefly and then said that there were too many people for him to remember every face that walked through the door. I drank my beer wondering what Alice could be up to here. Perhaps it was an innocent drink with a girlfriend? I smelled the breath of the old man before I saw him. “You a private detective?” he asked, pushing his empty glass in my direction. I ordered two more beers while the barman gave my new companion an angry look. “No. Just looking for an old friend.” “You’re her hubby aren’t you?” he said coughing. I didn’t answer but he laughed and coughed and tapped his nose. “I can always tell when they’re with their husbands and when they aren’t. She looked like she was without her husband when I seen her. Pretty girl for sure.” Somehow he had already managed to drink nearly all his beer and he downed the remaining liquid while looking at me, sizing me up. He pushed his glass forward again. I ordered another for him. “When does she come here? Who is she with?” I asked. “Thursdays usually. As to who she is with that’s a more difficult question. A very difficult question,” he said tapping his nose once again. “You know?” I asked. “Knowing is not quite right. I have my suspicions. Only suspicions mind, nothing very definite.” “Tell me,” I said leaning closer despite the foulness of his breath. “Well, it’s like this, he said, taking his time, drawing out his story, “the first time she comes in, right, and well, she’s the most beautiful girlie in the joint so even an old bugger like me notices. She slips into a back booth trying not to be noticed which is like a bit of joke you understand?” “Yes.” “Well, the guys at bar here are debating who’s the lucky chap who will offer to buy her a drink. I know differently,” he says again tapping his nose. “I reckon she’s meeting someone and then this someone walks in. I knew he was the guy because he was looking around like a mongoose.” At this point the old man paused and pushed his newly empty glass across the bar counter and I summoned the barman once again. Once he had his first deep gulp the story resumed. “Now, he was a smart looking man. Works in an office I would say. Judging from his shoes he would management. See I notice things like that. Not a big man but not small either. Average I would say. Handsome certainly and a smart dresser too.” “Well,” he continued, “they have an intense conversation, leaning head-to-head. Then she throws her head back and laughs. A beautiful laugh. He buys the drinks and they sit for about an hour before she leaves. He leaves five minutes later. The same thing the next week and most Thursdays since.” He paused, taking a deep draught of his beer and wiped his weepy nose with his sleeve and completed his story. “So who’s the mystery man? Well, if I was you my friend I would be looking at guys at her work. Her boss maybe. No, her boss for sure.” I left the old man slurring his words with a fresh beer in front of him. My wife was a cheating, masturbating connoisseur of sixties porn. This was not the Alice I knew, but it was certainly the Alice I intended to get to know. The knot of jealousy, even anger was diluted by an intense and delicious sexual fire. This explained the fuck-me panties and the note. It also explained the working late on a Thursday. If they left the Red Lobster after an hour then there was another hour-and-a-half unaccounted for. Half-an-hour to get home. That leaves an hour. Where was the question? Where were they fucking? I told Tommy of my discoveries. He seemed delighted both with this news and the news of how she took the idea of Tommy being an ex-biker. We planned the weekend together. He would visit again on Saturday to watch the game and I would give him an opportunity to speak to Alice alone. Meanwhile I waited for Thursday. It was true she took special care on the morning of her rendezvous. Her newly washed golden hair flowed over her tanned shoulders and she wore a tight necklace with a green stone at her throat. She smelled wonderful, a mixture of her perfume and the faint scent of her shampoo. She applied very little makeup, just enough to highlight her generous lips and to draw attention to her sparkling eyes. She wore fitted black pants that shaped her ass perfectly and the tight blue top made her breasts seem larger than usual and her belly flatter. I sat at the counter in the kitchen sipping my morning coffee. “Busy day?” I asked, an erection forming at the sight of her and the accompanying thought that she was dressed for someone else. “Oh, the usual, nothing special, darling.” She said in her soft, disarming, beautiful voice. She was a good liar too. This was nother discovery of the journey into the new Alice. She walked around the counter to kiss me goodbye. Instead of my usual peck I slipped my hand over her ass, feeling the firmness of her muscled buttock. “I could do with a bit of this,” I said. “Not now silly, I have to go to work. I will be late.” She lifted my hand from her ass and kissed it. “Later my love,” she said. “Tonight?” I asked. “Maybe, but I will be late as usual. Its Thursday, we have to go over the week’s accounts.” This she announced as she drifted off down the passageway towards the front door like an autumn leaf propelled by a gentle wind. Her parting shot was an “I love you.” I immediately ran upstairs and checked her panty drawer. One of the fuck-me panties was missing as I predicted. It was a white pair, see-thru and laced in the front and nothing but a string of fabric at the back. The front and back were connected by slivers of elastic. I had to imagine how her tuft of pubic hair would be visible through the front of the panties and how her ass would be neatly divided by the string at the back. Of course, I now knew that whereas I had to imagine this, some guy today would not have to imagine anything at all. I arrived at the Red Lobster at 4.45. My drunken old man was sitting in his usual place. When he saw me he smiled and tapped his nose. I quickly bought a beer and took up a place in a booth on the other side of the bar. This would give a view through the large mirror on the back wall of the booth the old man had indicated as their spot. The only danger was if Alice took the seat facing the back wall of the bar. Then she would be able to see me through the mirror as well as I would be able to see her. But my hunch was that if she arrived first she would face the front of the bar and the door. Alice arrived promptly at 5.30 and sat facing the street as I expected. Her promptness was another of her endearing characteristics. She always appeared eager to see the person she was meeting and still after these years of marriage my heart skipped when I met her in public, outside a cinema or restaurant. I could see that Alice was nervous. I recognized how she flicked her hair back and twisted her ring; all small signs of her inner fearfulness. I didn’t have to wait long before he arrived. He was bigger than me and filled out his suit well. He was clean shaven and walked purposefully across the bar towards my wife. Her smile beamed as she half got up to greet him. By now my heart was racing and my palms were sweating. My morning erection reappeared, only more urgently as I watched them talk. They feel into immediate conversation, seemingly taking up where they had recently left off. This was more evidence that this was an office liaison. When he got up to get drinks he looked directly at me but his eye passed on, not recognizing the husband of the woman he was seducing. He knew her drink; a glass of chilled white chardonnay. They resumed their conversation for a while and then I was struck cold when she leaned across and kissed him. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, it was a stolen kiss, quickly taken. I remembered those kisses from our early days together. Her whole face would light up afterwards and her sexuality would vibrate across the divide between us. It was a painful blow at first. I felt hurt and deeply jealous. She was my wife. But then as the pain slowly ebbed it was replaced by an excitement that was so intense it seemed that blue cracking electricity had replaced the blood in my veins. I was looking down into my beer glass trying to control my see-sawing emotions when I heard her laugh. It seemed to rise until its beautiful soft perfection silenced all other sound in the room. It was almost too much for me to bear. I fought the impulse to rush across the room and declare her my wife. The hardness of my erection provided a sobering counterbalance to my jealousy and now rising anger. How could she do this? Alice? She was so much the good girl with a giggly slightly naughty way about her. She would never take a risk like this. She was a cautious person I used to think. She was my angel. Clearly I was wrong. He left to go to the bathroom. Alice propped up her chin on her palms. She was deep in reflection. I felt sorry for her then, knowing that she must have ambivalence about what she was doing. Her face changed immediately she heard him returning, brightening like the sun streaming through on a cloudy day. A few minutes later he looked at his watch and got up to leave. Alice reached across and touched his hand. He smiled and turned, walking briskly out of the bar. Alice sat pondering for a few minutes before leaving in her turn. I had not given much thought to what I would do next. I would follow her I suppose and discover where their love nest was. When I got out of the bar I couldn’t see either her or her lover. Then I saw the flash of her brilliant golden hair as she lowered herself into a large Mercedes halfway along the block. My own car was in the lot across the road. There was no time to follow so I watched as my wife disappear, coddled in the leather seats of a car I couldn’t afford with a man who was about to screw her. Alice arrived home a little later than usual. She almost always arrived somewhere in the eighth innings. Tonight I was already watching the post-game show when I heard her key rattle in the front door. She dropped her bag and slung her coat across the banister. “Hey sweetie,” she said, coming across the room and flopping in a chair. “I’m whacked,” she sighed. Fucked more like, I thought. “I’m going to bed straightaway. You finish watching your game.” She heaved herself out the chair. “What about your promise?” I asked. “What promise?” “You know, sex. You promised sex.” This came out not in the playful way I intended but more like a whine. “Not now sweetie, I’m tired. It’s been a long day. I work hard you know.” This made me angry suddenly. These were all lies and I still hadn’t adapted to my wife Alice the liar and cheat. Her innocent and assured tone caused a flash of rage to cross my brain. “Jesus, Alice, just a fuck. A simple fuck. It can be quickie.” I grabbed her wrist as she tried to slide past me. “What’s your issue?” She said obviously puzzled. “You’re hurting me.” I tried to pull her towards me but she resisted. I yanked harder and she toppled over on to her knees. I could see the surprise in her eyes. I could see that she wondered if I had found out. What else could have made me so angry? “Is there something wrong?” She asked still wincing with the pain of my grip, her blue eyes now guarded and watchful. The Angel, the Bikers and Alice “I just want sex Alice, that’s all. And you promised this morning.” She submitted then because this explanation was better than the alternative she feared. I pulled her to her feet and drew her mouth towards me. Her lips were stiff but she allowed my tongue to penetrate her mouth. She tasted of mints but I fancied I could taste and smell cock on her breath. I pushed a hand into her pants. “Hey, no panties?” I asked. “No, no, they’re just new. I bought last week during my lunch hour,” she explained quickly. “Let’s see.” “I’m tired, let me just suck you off darling.” “Take off your pants and show me your panties first.” Alice stepped away and unzipped her pants. They zipped along the side and the pinkness of her hip was first revealed. Then as the pants dropped to the floor I saw the fuck-me panties. “Wow, Alice.” “What?” she shot back. “That’s pretty sexy for a workday.” “Look, let’s do this. I really am tired,” she pleaded. She knelt in front of me and worked my raging, stiff cock with her mouth. Looking down I saw her golden hair bobbing and the long line of her back that ended in her perfect ass split by the thong of her panties. She was in a hurry, using her finger in my ass to hurry me up. She didn’t look up at me as she usually did but I could read her thoughts. This was the second cock in her mouth in one day. With that picture I exploded into her throat, pumping a day’s worth desire into her mouth. By Saturday things had returned to normal. Alice clearly could split off her affair and act normally around the house. Tommy arrived early. We all had lunch in the kitchen, Alice making sandwiches and pouring us beers at the kitchen table. Tommy was in a bright mood, cracking jokes, making veiled references to his motorcycling days. Alice was wearing a short green cotton summer dress. It was one of those dresses that I knew she would wear without a bra. Her long tanned legs mesmerized Tommy as she pranced around the kitchen chatting away, her weekly illicit fuck far from her mind. Tommy feigned an interest in her garden and gladly accepted an invitation to view Alice’s horticultural efforts. I watched from an upstairs window. I knew the script and was nervous that Alice would respond badly. Tommy assured me that even if she had a fit, she would pretend to me nothing had happened. She wouldn’t want me to know about her panty drawer secrets. They chatted away, Alice down on her haunches pointing out this and that plant. I tensed when Tommy pulled her cum-stained panties from his pocket. He had masturbated into them for a week. She jumped up and took a long step backwards. I couldn’t hear what she was saying but Tommy said nothing until she had finished. Then he laughed in his utterly charming way. I could see Alice’s shoulders relax a little. She looked towards the house then back towards Tommy. She lightly tapped his shoulder as if to playfully chastise him. They spoke some more before Alice crunched up her panties in her hand and walked back towards the house. I put the porn DVD (“Bikers Banging Bitches”) into the back of her panty drawer. Tommy had told her that he had slipped it in when he stole her panties last week. When they returned through the kitchen I had resumed my place at the kitchen table seemingly still engaged in the morning paper. Alice went directly upstairs. Tommy winked and smiled. All that remained was to place the camera somewhere in the bedroom. Tommy had brought it from home. It was expensive and therefore small. Tommy warned me to hide the red light that flashed when the camera was activated. I had my chance Saturday night when Alice was visiting her mother briefly. I hid it in my cupboard, leaving the door ajar so that there was a line of sight to the bed. I planned to activate it the next afternoon when I left Alice alone at home while I played golf. Monday morning at work Tommy downloaded the digital video onto his computer. While we waited he told me how Alice had at first been angry about the panties, but quickly saw the funny, sexy side of it. He suspected she had been a little flattered by the attention. When Tommy pressed play our bedroom leapt to life on the screen. We could hear my car drawing away from the house. There was nothing for a while and then Alice walked into the room, dressed in her gardening shorts and a loose t-shirt. She was carrying a tub of dark chocolate ice cream and a spoon. We both laughed at that. She placed the tub next to the bed and opened her panty drawer, fishing out the DVD. She examined the cover for a while before placing it next to the ice cream. She then stood in front of the tall mirror and posed. Alice lifted her t-shirt over her head and examined her breasts. Then she pulled down her shorts leaving her standing there in her white cotton panties. She twisted around like a model jutting out first her tits and then her ass. As she returned to the ice cream we could see a slash of dampness across her panties. She ate three quick spoonfuls of the chocolate ice cream and then picked up the DVD. She was sitting on the bed, her back against the headboard, with the ice cream tub between her legs and the remote in her left hand. Her right hand held the spoon. Tommy had warned me that the DVD was very explicit and rough. We heard the music start and soon the sounds of sex; slapping, fucking, grunting, demands, pleading, orgasms. Alice sat there, her eyes fixed on the screen, her right hand shoveling the ice cream. This went for about ten minutes before she set aside the tub and skipped back a scene. She had found something she liked. Tommy recognized the scene. Breathlessly he told me it involved a chick being gangbanged by a bunch of bikers; she ends up covered in cum. Alice started pinching her nipples, rubbing her firm hand-sized tits. Next she slipped out of her panties and spread her legs. She pushed her finger down through her pussy lips and then up and down stimulating her clit. She spread her legs wider opening the pink gash of her cunt. She stopped to take another mouthful of ice cream which had melted a bit so that it dripped over her tits and chin as she tried to steer it towards her mouth. She masturbated, watching intensely. Then she jumped up and went back to the panty drawer and retrieved the cum-stained panties Tommy had given her. Back in her place she skipped to the beginning of the scene again. Her legs were spread wide and she fingered and stimulated herself while sniffing and licking the panties. I knew her tension would soon break and she would orgasm loudly. I watched my wife, legs wide, bring herself off with chocolate ice cream on her chin and tits, watching porn with panties stained with the cum of another man in her mouth. I was in the cupboard sitting on a stool facing the gap in the cupboard doors. I could see most of the room including the bed. I took shallow, quiet breaths keeping as silent as possible. I took up my position before Alice arrived back from helping out at a church function. I had heard Tommy arrive on a loud motorbike. He drove it up to the door, opened the throttle before silencing it and knocking on the front door. I overheard their conversation. “Hey Tommy,” said Alice. “He isn’t here but come in. Is that your bike? Wow it’s big, I mean it must go fast.” I heard Alice’s breathless, girlish enthusiasm. “Want to give a biker guy a beer?” Tommy said. “Of course, of course, you know how I like bikers …” Alice’s little joke made my cock jump along with my heart. There was just the distant murmur of talk from the back of the house until Alice bounded up the stairs. She dashed into the bedroom already unzipping her church dress. It dropped to the floor and left her in her modest bra and panties. She unhooked her bra and stepped out of her panties. Naked, she did a quick spin in front of the mirror, before retrieving a pair of fuck panties from her drawer of secrets. These were black thongs with tiny red ribbons. She covered these with a pair of cut-off denim shorts and pulled on a stretchy, tight black top over her naked breasts. Alice pulled a brush through her hair several times and sprayed her perfume into the air, stepping through the mist of scent, before disappearing downstairs. I knew I could stop it now if I pretended to have arrived home and walked in. Some urgent part of me really wanted to do this, but equally strong was the desire to see my fantasy unfold. The smell of Alice’s perfume wafted into the cupboard. It sparked both my need to keep her to myself and my desire to see her cheat on me with another man. My dilemma was quickly resolved by the sound of Alice approaching the room. She grabbed the porn DVD and turned. Tommy was standing behind her. “Oh, you frightened me,” she said. “Here, here it is.” “That’s not what I want,” Tommy said, standing close to her. “What do you want?” Alice whispered. Tommy lifted a stray hair from Alice’s face and lifted her face. “You know what I want, Alice.” “But he’s your friend and my husband. It would kill him to know, it really would.” “Maybe you are right, Alice,” said Tommy turning away. “No, no, I want it too. I can’t stop thinking about you. You have invaded my life.” Alice moved closer to Tommy nuzzling her mouth against his neck and allowing her long arms to slip around his neck. Tommy’s big hands rested on her hips. “You’re special Alice,” he said, now holding her face in his hands. “I am going to fuck you.” He paused still looking at her face. “What am I going to do?” Alice stared back at him, her blue eyes ablaze. “You’re going to fuck me.” “Yes.” Tommy leaned forward and Alice’s mouth submitted entirely to his kiss. She took his hand and pressed it against her breast. “Oh, fuck me, Tommy,” she breathed stepping away from his kiss and fumbling with the button on his pants. He helped her and Alice pulled his pants and underpants down revealing Tommy’s big hardening cock. She cupped his tight balls and stroked him quickly bringing him to a full erection. “What do you want me to do? Tell me,” Alice said still stroking. “Show me yourself.” “Like that girl did in the porno film?” “Yeah.” Tommy stepped out of his pants and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He sat on the edge of the bed watching Alice. She giggled and pranced while she stripped, dancing about the room. When she kicked off her panties and stood naked and exposed she asked Tommy, “Like in the film?” “Yes Alice, like in the film.” Alice got down on her knees with her ass facing Tommy. She spread herself, opening up her ass, exposing herself entirely to him, ass and cunt. Her head down on the carpeted floor was turned in my direction. I could see her mouth slack with her desire, her eyes wide with anticipation. Tommy knelt behind her his fingers disappearing into her sodden, needful pussy. He moved her around so that I could see my fantasy finally made true. I watched his cock, throbbing, hard and big, tease the wet hole of my wife Alice before plunging in hard. I could see the fine blond hairs on Alice’s legs, the mole on her hip, her ribs and perfect collar bones; the small details of a woman’s body only a lover or a husband could know. Her perfume was now mixed with sweat and the smell of sex as Tommy pumped hard into her holding her hips rigid. After several deep thrusts he stopped. Alice looked around blowing the hair from her face. “I could arrange it,” he said. “Arrange what?” “What you saw in the movie. My pals at the motorbike club would be happy to oblige.” “You mean …?” “Yes Alice, a gangbang.” Alice’s hip moved up and down Tommy’s cock in response. “How about Thursday evening?” “I can’t,” Alice lied, “I have to work late. I can make up a story on a Saturday or Sunday. I often spend the day at church events. Will that work?” “You’re a good girl Alice. You are a great piece of pussy. What are you?” “A good girl,” she said laughing and pulling away. “I want you to fuck me like a lover on the bed.” She pulled him to his feet and led him to our bed. My own cum spurted as I watched Alice dig her fingers in to Tommy’s ass and orgasm on the end of his cock. It was the first time my wife and I had cum at precisely the same time. “Hey, get off me, you’re heavy,” she said in her gentle playful voice. Tommy rolled off her and I could see the dampness of sweat between Alice’s breasts. “That was good,” she murmured, her finger tracing the outline of his face. Tommy was lying on his back, his hands beneath his head as she ran her finger across his lips. She kissed each of his nipples. “Are you serious about the biker guys?” she asked, her mouth paused above Tommy’s belly. “Do you want me to be?” “I think so …” Alice replied, her head now hovering above his cock. “Will you protect me and look after me?” Tommy agreed he would. Assured of his protection Alice lifted his hardening cock to her mouth. Once she had stiffened him she straddled him. “I love the taste after a guy has cum inside me,” she said, her hips picking up a slow rhythm. “How did you know? Alice asked. “What?” “That I would do this. Be dirty for you.” “I’m good at telling when a woman will and she won’t,” Tommy replied. “You are,” she agreed, her rhythm now picking up speed. “I’m very attracted to a guy who can really see me, who understands I’m more than somebody’s wife. But you were so spot on, the best ever. You’re a genius in Alice studies, Tommy.” She stopped and leaned back reaching for his balls behind her. “I love how tight your balls are.” Her hand slipped further down and her finger searched for his asshole. Alice pressed her finger in deep and with her other hand she masturbated herself. Tommy tried to hold off his orgasm but failed, his hips thrust up into her. Alice rolled off him and brought herself off quickly. When it was all over my back and legs were stiff from sitting, but I had to wait another hour before Tommy persuaded Alice to take a spin on the bike. I left the house and didn’t return until much later that night. I had taken up the same place in the bar the next Thursday. This time I would leave before the illicit lovers and be ready to follow them to their love nest. Now that I had seen Alice fuck another man the stab of jealousy felt deeper and the twist of the knife a little more vicious. I could easily see her now with this other lover, her coquettish ways and seductive girlishness. Five-thirty came and went but there was sign of Alice. Her lover entered on time and he too looked puzzled by her absence. He took a position in the booth that allowed him to observe the door. We both kept watch, anticipating her entry. We were both disappointed. I almost felt sorry for him. He left and so did I. We stood together for a moment on the sidewalk looking up and down the street before parting. Alice wasn’t home when I arrived. It was maddening not to know where she was. I sat with the game on but paying very little attention. I knew the work excuse was fabricated, nevertheless I phone her office and listened to the message inviting me to call back in the morning. Alice had persuaded me that we didn’t need cell phones. Now I knew why. I jumped up when I heard the door slam shut. “Where have you been?” I asked. I heard the whine of a jealous husband in my voice, but I didn’t really care. “At work, silly,” she replied slipping out of her jacket. I looked closely at her blouse and skirt, seeking signs of a hurried lover’s departure. “What’s wrong,” she asked. “You look … I don’t know … sort of strange. Did something happen today?” Her voice was coated in concern and wifely care. She took my elbow and steered me towards the kitchen. “I’ll make tea and you can tell me what’s wrong.” I allowed myself to be directed into the kitchen. My insides were in turmoil. I no longer felt in control. “I tried to phone you. There was no answer.” This sounded like an accusation. There was a note of caution now in her voice. “I told you before. When the switchboard closes no one can get through to the offices.” I noticed the distracted way she was handling the tea mugs. I could tell she was afraid. I didn’t know what to do next. An outright accusation would only bring on denials or even the truth and I knew I couldn’t handle either. We were both standing in silence, not looking at each other. It was one of those moments in our lives where the future had fragmented into too many possibilities. From somewhere deep inside I asked Alice, “Do you still love me?” She leapt across the kitchen her long arms folding around me, “Of course I do, of course I do.” I let myself be swept up into her warmth and smells. She took a small step backwards and looked at me directly in the eye. “I love you. I am not the perfect wife. I’ve tried to be, I really have. I’m just confused about a few things right now and so that’s why I must seem very distant at the moment. But my love for you hasn’t changed.” She drew me closer. I could smell the mint on her breath and I fancied I could smell sex on her skin. But I believed her when she said she loved me. I also believed that she was capable of loving someone else as well. By Sunday morning Alice had returned to her cheerful self. I lay in bed watching her while she dressed for the “church event.”. She chatted away as she pulled her conservative green flowery dress over her head. Her panties were white cottons. This was certainly not a gangbang outfit for bikers. Perhaps she had changed her mind, I wondered half in hope and half in regret. But Tommy had assured me that Alice was going through with it. Everything had been set up. Alice walked around the bed and pressed a knee into the mattress to give her balance while she leaned over and kissed me. “I might be late darling. Don’t worry about me just heat up some leftovers. I bought you some of those deserts you like.” She kissed me again, this time cupping my chin. I detected a sadness in her that I wanted to respond to but it was too late, it was all too late. As soon as I heard Alice’s car leave I quickly dressed. Tommy was meeting Alice at the parking lot next to the mall and they were going to arrive at the clubhouse together on a bike. I needed to get to the venue before that. I drove quickly, consulting the scribbled directions on the seat next to me. I was entering a side of town I was unfamiliar with, but after a few missed turns I found it. I parked around the back as Tommy had instructed. The front was already bristling with large, heavily chromed bikes. I walked in and saw ten guys sitting around already drinking beer. The building was a former garage that had obviously gone bankrupt sometime in the 1970’s. I could tell because the posters on the walls and the signage all dated from then. The floor was bare concrete with oil stains. Where the bikers were sitting a threadbare carpet had been laid. On this were several tattered lounge chairs filled with aggressive looking, big guys. They looked up and for a moment they seemed ready to pounce as if I was some kind of bug in need of squashing. Then someone said, “You the husband?” I nodded and I could see something like contempt in their eyes. “Bobby here will fit you out.” Bobby led me to the back of the room where a large leather jacket and a helmet were waiting for me. “I hear she’s quite looker,” he said as I struggled to get my arms through the jacket. “Yes,” I replied quietly. “Don’t understand it myself, but every guy has his own thing I guess. Now if I had a wife who was a looker I wouldn’t let her near this lot.” I nodded again in response. He issued his instructions. “If you have regrets leave don’t try to interfere. Got it?” Again I nodded. “Good boy,” he smiled, playfully punching my arm. “Now go sit quietly over there and put the helmet on when you hear the bike. You only join in when I say so, OK?” Without waiting for my reply he tossed me a beer which I accepted mainly so that I would have something to do with my hands. My beer was finished when I heard the bike roar into the front lot. The helmet had a dark visor but I could see through it very clearly but no one could see me. The Angel, the Bikers and Alice Tommy and Alice entered together. She was now dressed like me in a biker’s leather jacket a t-shirt and jeans. She was obviously nervous. The guys all got up to get a better look at her and she retreated closer to Tommy, this time reaching for and taking his hand. She looked up at him seeking reassurance. It was then I knew where she had been on Thursday night. I felt cold suddenly. Tommy, my friend had cheated on me. The front doors were pulled shut and lights were flicked on because little sunlight could penetrate the grime on the windows. There were several whistles and woops as Alice turned around slowly displaying herself. “Be gentle with me boys,” Alice said in her bright hostess voice. Tommy had retreated and she was escorted towards the lounge chairs. The biggest guy who I concluded was the leader helped her off with the jacket. She was not wearing a bra and her nipples could clearly be seen pressing against the fabric of her t-shirt. “Nice tits baby,” someone remarked. “Nice piece of pussy you got here Tommy,” another said, while he stroked Alice’s shining blond hair. This one was a short man with a high pitched voice and a balding head. Not Alice’s type at all. “Do you want me to kiss you,” Alice asked the short man. This offer was greeted by a roar of laughter from everybody. Alice blushed red. “No baby, we aren’t here for kissing, we’re here for fucking,” the leader said. “Hey let her kiss me if she wants,” the short man said pulling Alice’s head towards his mouth. There were cheers as Alice kissed him. “Now honey,” said the leader “get those clothes off and let’s see you. These guys are getting impatient.” Alice was now surrounded by the men, some of whom were rubbing their crotches as Alice stripped. I felt sorry for her. I could see she was terribly self-conscious. More whistles greeted the freeing of her breasts and still more greeted Alice in her lacy, girly panties. When these dropped to the floor there was a collective intake of breath, almost a hiss of anticipation. Somebody yelled “Pussy!” and a boom box starting thumping out music. A fat guy walked up behind Alice and grabbed one of her tits and a handful of ass. Two of the circle stepped forward, their cocks out and ready. She took both in her hands. A blank look crossed Alice’s face and her self-awareness vanished. She turned to the fat man and dropped to her knees, unzipping him and taking her first cock in her mouth. He rocked back and forth and she worked him, his balls tight. Her hands reached out and were quickly filled with cock. The short guy positioned himself on the floor under the fat man and Alice maneuvered herself so she straddled him. From where I was sitting I could see his hairy balls and stiff cock as it slipped easily into my wife’s ready pussy. It was when the first guy shot his load of cum across her face that there was the flash of a camera. At this point Alice was kneeling on the carpet, taking the leaders thrusts from behind and her mouth was full of yet another guy. Alice pushed him away and looked for the source of the flash. It was Tommy. “You never said anything about pictures,” she yelled at him. “Keep doing it Alice,” was his only reply. The leader was losing his rhythm as Alice glared up at Tommy. I could see she was very angry. “No pictures Tommy.” “Hey,” shouted the leader, pulling Alice back by the hips, “shut up bitch I’m fucking you here.” There was another flash and I could see Alice submit and that blankness of her sexual pleasure return. But I also knew that she would not forgive him this invasion of her. By the time Bobby nodded in my direction Alice’s face was covered in cum and she had cum running down the inside of her thigh. I could tell she was tired. Sometime earlier they had put her across one of the chairs because her arms were not strong enough to hold her weight. I stood and waited while Tommy took some close ups of Alice’s punctured, weeping cunt. I had been hard since the beginning and now my fantasy had the raw smell of reality. I knew Alice hadn’t cum yet and that she would be burning inside. I sunk my husband’s cock into my wife’s well-used pussy. It was a well of cum that oozed out as I pushed further and further in. I lifted her hips and leaned forward so my fingers could reach her clit. We had done this so many times. I felt her stiffen and return to the present. Her head whipped round to see who was touching her. But all she could see was leather jacket and helmet. She then fell into the rhythm of my thrusts and my experienced stimulation of her raw clit. her breaths began shortening as she came closer to orgasm. She exploded in a loud yelp, her whole body quickly tensing and then collapsing. I felt the waves of release rush through her, one after the other. Many of the guys had already lost interest now that they had shot their loads. They were drinking beer. Someone was playing around with Alice’s panties on his head. Tommy was showing the short guy the pictures he had taken. I helped Alice up and she collapsed against my shoulder. “Have you known since the beginning?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied. I scooped up Alice’s clothes leaving her panties with the short guy who now had them in his oily hands. Hurriedly she dressed in the t-shirt, first wiping the accumulated cum from her face with it. After she pulled on her jeans and stepped into her pumps we made for the door. She turned to the room and in her perfect hostess voice said, “Bye guys.” “Hey you’re a sweetie, you come back any time,” one yelled. The short guy ran up offering Alice her panties. “No you keep them,” she said. “Can I see you sometime?” He asked a crooked, pleading smile on his face. “You’ll have to ask my husband,” said Alice walking off gingerly towards the car. The smell of sex and cum filled the car as we drove through the suburban streets towards home. “It’s worse than you think it is,” Alice said barely raising her voice about the sound of the car engine. “I know about the guy at work,” I said. “He was pretty pissed off when you stood him up on Thursday.” This brought a small laugh from Alice. The sun was low on the horizon already, hinting at winter. After several minutes of silence she asked, “Do you think we will get through this?’ I turned and saw that tears had welled up and were now tumbling down her face. Her shoulders were rounded and she looked like she wanted to occupy the smallest possible space in the world. My love for her and my need to make everything better for her struggled with the sight of her sitting there, her hair drenched in cum, wearing a t-shirt that had sponged cum from her face. What happened to my angel?. “I don’t know,” I replied. “Maybe …”