On a warm summer night, my car pulled into the driveway of a big brick split level. The neighborhood was quiet, but not a menacing sort of quiet, a sort that as H.P. Lovecraft would describe as concealing a presence rather than indicating an absence. Considering how many cops lived here, that tranquility wasn’t going to be broken. All of this was good news for me as I was ready to knock on the door of “Ron” and “Beth,” a biker couple who contacted me an hour before. Despite having a decidedly mixed experience over the prior six months with a couple, they convinced me that I should at least meet them. They looked very rough, with a complete package of tattoos, beards, and studded leather, but were very polite and friendly, like the vast majority of bikers I’ve ever encountered.
Feeling the by now familiar and comfortable anxious knot in my stomach, I knocked on their door. A very large dog or a medium-sized dragon growled in response. Uh oh. As Ron welcomed me in, both my guesses as to what was waiting inside to either satiate its hunger for raw human flesh, or try it for the first time turned out to be wrong. There was no dragon in sight and not just one huge, muscular dog was eyeing me, but two. One was clearly a rottweiler, the other a fluffy, enormous mix of fur and teeth the size of a teenage bear. Ron scratched the rottweiler behind the ears.
“Just let him smell your hand,” he advised.
I silently stretched out my hand, glad that as a rule, dogs loved me. Within seconds of catching my scent, the potentially man-eating monsters stopped growling and happily wagged their tails. Ron led me into the master bedroom where Beth was waiting for me dressed in yoga pants and a metal band t-shirt, sitting cross-legged on the bed. My profile was front and center on their computer.
“You know, we actually chose you because of the testimonials on your profile,” she said as I sat down next to her. The furry beasts ran up to me and put their heads on my lap.
“Aww the dogs love you!” she continued.
“They’re awesome,” I smiled, scratching them behind the ears. “They sound like they want to eat you alive but they’re just big goofy pups. Aren’t you?” I winked as the rottweiler started licking my hand and the teenage bear got extra comfortable.
After I won the dogs’ approval, they really got cozy with me. We talked for a very long time. They told me about their history of hookups up with people online, how they stayed away from one percenters who got interested in drug and gun running, how they worked with their daughter in school, the typical trials and tribulations of life if you will. I even got to dazzle them with a bit of metal trivia about a band they found themselves getting really into after a spectacular concert. Of all the couples I met, despite the last minute nature of the meeting, it really seemed like we started to develop a really great connection.
At some point, they gave each other a subtle signal. Ron got up to tend to something while Beth started fishing around for something in the sheets before turning back to me.
“Now, listen, I need your help to measure something,” Beth suddenly switched gears.
“Sure, what are we measuring?” I asked.
“Your cock,” she giggled.
“Okay,” I said standing up. “What do you want to use to measure it?”
“My mouth of course!” she replied, reaching for my belt and pulling me towards her.
There was no time for me to even try to think of anything to say and caught off guard, I knew nothing was going to come to mind at any rate, so I just helped her remove most of my clothes as Ron took off hers. Lucky for me, I was at full attention when she reached my cock and true to her word, plunged it deep into her mouth. She was very aggressive, but also very tender. In the meantime, Ron had removed her pants and was spanking her naked ass with a deep, throaty laugh.
After a few minutes, Beth turned away from me, threw off her t-shirt, exposing her large, full breasts and a massive tattoo taking up most of her back, and began to expertly deepthroat Ron as she wiggled her ass towards me, spreading herself open. Not one to rush, I ran my fingers down from her lower back down to her inner thighs and back up, slipping one finger inside her. Ron threw a bottle of exotic lube Beth had retrieved from under her pillow towards me with a wink and a nod. I generously applied it before sliding two fingers inside her and doing my best to find her G-spot.
Beth was clearly enjoying herself. She moaned and bucked every time my fingers slipped back inside, trying to get them in deeper. Finally Ron happily grunted at me.
“Quit playing around and fuck her!”
And like the courteous, diligent guest that I always was, on came the condom and in went my cock as I grabbed Beth by the waist, getting the sense that she didn’t just want to be teased or just fucked, but downright pounded. Just as I worked up enough speed to really get going, Ron made the kind of bizarre gurgling sound an uninitiated audience usually takes as a sign of distress, followed up with a “Goddamn it you bitch” that gave me a momentary pause until I heard Beth giggle with warm, infectious deviousness. She made him cum in her mouth before he was ready.
With a smile on his face, he zipped up his jeans, plopped himself into a swiveling chair next to the bed and in front of the computer, and just watched while Beth and I had sex in pretty much every position we could. He didn’t touch himself, or even say much, just drank a beer as if he was watching a game on TV.
From doggy to missionary and everything in between, Beth and I just kept going and going because we just couldn’t stop. She was so affectionate and appreciative, her laughter when I hit the right spot so warm and so catchy that it just made no sense to end the fun. Finally, as she rode me, I realized how incredibly wet she was. My thighs and stomach were soaked with her, something that didn’t escape Ron’s attention. His reaction was to high five me as she giggled and collapsed on top of me, whispering in my ear.
“Holy fuck, how did you not cum yet?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, let’s see if we can try and do something about that…”
And she tried for quite a while while to my horror, I realized that it just was not going to happen. No matter what she did, no matter how good it felt, there was just nothing. By the time the third condom snapped from the stress, we collapsed side by side, too exhausted and raw to keep going.
Beth apologized profusely that I didn’t get to cum while Ron seemed impressed by how long we lasted, wondering if I was some sort of athlete. Definitely not, I told him. After I caught my breath, she hugged me and apologized once again for being too sore and worn out to keep going. Kissing her on the cheek, I assured her that it was ok and it happened sometimes but that it was still a lot of fun and how glad I was that we met. We took a quick shower to clean up since the amount of various fluids was, well, borderline excessive for anything short of that or a sponge bath, I got dressed, they both hugged me, gave me a minute me say my goodbyes to their furry, still possibly man-eating monstrosities, and sent me on my way home.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7t61pe/mf_playing_with_a_biker_milf_while_her_husband