Wife’s Corruption into a Biker Gang [Cheating]

*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.*

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It was just another boring Wednesday morning for Isabel as she was standing there in the kitchen of the home she and her husband Michael shared together. There wasn’t any reason she should complain of the life she was living, she has a loving great marriage of 4 years with her husband whom has been her only partner in her life since she was 15. He was earning a solid 6 figure income a year which more than ensured she wouldn’t need to work at all as he earned enough for both of them. Their house is a nice spacious double storey home that was the envy of many of their friends in an upscale part of town, not to mention she was given a car, had a good sizeable allowance from her husband and many other things that she knew she should be grateful for.

Yet as she was there standing in their kitchen, infront of the electric stove making breakfast for herself and for Michael. She found that nagging and haunting feeling that’s been there for the past three years now, that thought in the back of her head that she felt incredibly bored. That there wasn’t anything new, exciting or fresh feelings in her relationship with her husband anymore. More times than she could count when she took a trip to the mall or markets and see those young couples or others with beaming smiles of excitement on their faces in their relationships.

So why was she now here finding her marriage life boring, monotonous and just dull? She had always believed that marriage life would be something wonderfully exciting but that instead turned out to be woefully false. As otherwise she wouldn’t be having these kinds of thoughts, hence why in her mind as much as she tried not to think about it but perhaps it was Michael that was the problem? Was he not trying anymore?

Even their sex life has got to the stage where it’s the usual routine on the same nights and the same few minutes of his rutting of her before he had his orgasm and just rolled over sleeping the next second. She missed the days they had passionate sex in risky places and had adventurous moments trying new things. She herself was a pretty rare sight an Asian woman in their part of the country especially one with her beauty and fit curvy body. She wasn’t tall standing at only 5’3 yet her looks and body together with her sense of style always had her drawing the attention of more than enough men. So was it that Michael just didn’t find her sexually attractive anymore?

Isabel found her thoughts disturbed by the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs signalling to her that he was on the way down now from their bedroom as she moved to start serving their breakfast on to the dining table.

Even as she did so she couldn’t help but sigh internally with a simple thought. **I’d love to have some kind of excitement in my life again and to feel sexy and desired.**

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Isabel looked around the stores at the mall, spending her afternoon shopping that day after her husband had left after breakfast giving her a loving look and a quick kiss before he left for work. She didn’t want to spend the day at home again rotting away watching Youtube or some random tv series. So there she was having driven out to one of the bigger malls of their area and just taking her mind off things with some retail shopping therapy. Even then there wasn’t anything much in the new items there that had caught her attention, seeing how she was just carrying two stores bags in her hand.

Already having spent several hours there and seeing how it was nearing evening already, she decided to head on back home as she had to start preparing dinner already too before Michael got home. Heading out of the mall of the entrance she came in and making her way out to the open air car park, as she then noticed on her way there a huge gathering of Harley motorcycles off to one side.

Her curiosity peaked she turned and made her way over to the collection of them off to the side, she had always been fascinated by them so she decided to stop and have a look. Seeing all the big motorcycles and the obvious attachments and modifications on them she had a feeling these must belong to a motorcycle club. When she was young she did see them a big bunch of them riding down the streets and highways together with girls seated behind them on their bikes. Her thoughts back then seeing the sight was how it looked so cool, the freedom they enjoyed and how excited all of them looked. Many times having imagined herself seated on the back as well and going on rides around.

At the time Isabel was still admiring the bikes seeing as well how the riders were not there, yet suddenly she heard some chattering getting louder and louder slowly as she turned around to see a big group making their way in her direction. All of them seemed so happy, laughing and joking amongst one another. She could tell that the men in the group of people were the riders and there were the girls too with them which were probably theirs too. All the guys looked really rugged and tough, sporting tattoo’s as well as having big body builds. Where else for the girls they all looked really sexy and hot. Wearing tight denim jeans or shorts together with tight tops or bralettes and jackets or such. To her the sight looked incredibly hot and embodied the life of excitement she felt that was missing in her life then.

All of a sudden they all noticed the lone beautiful Asian woman standing by their bikes, one of them though that was probably the biggest of the bunch there made his way over to her. Isabel wasn’t sure what he wanted but he was very tough looking. He had long hair, a beard, wife beater shirt that hugged his body tightly to show the bulging muscles underneath. In her mind she could only swallow hard as she thought he was really fucking hot if compared to her slim bodied Asian husband. It was as though she was comparing a Greek god of a male to her feminine looking husband. He stopped right infront of her looking her top down which sent shivers along her spine being stared down like that as he easily towered over her before he suddenly spoke to her in a rather deep voice.

“Hey there I see your having a look at my bike?” It was then she realized the bike she had stopped infront of which was the biggest one there was actually his.

“Oh erm…yes sorry haha….just saw all the bikes parked here and thought I’d have a look see…”

“You have a thing for bikes?”

“Yes! I mean just thought it would be pretty cool to ride on a bike. Having that freedom, feeling the wind in my hair and the excitement of the slight danger of being on a bike. You know what I mean?”

“Oh yeah guess that’s a thing for you women huh? Heard my fair share of you all saying the excitement of riding a bike piques their interest and all that.”

“It is. You know bad things are always exciting and all that.”

A moment of silence then as Isabel felt a little nervous still with such a huge wall of testosterone staring her down but at the same time feeling excited at how such a strong man was taking an interest in her. The others in his group getting onto their bikes and casting curious glances their way to see what came of it.

It was then he broke the silence. “Well then little bunny want to hop on and we’d go for a ride then? Seeing as to how you said it would be cool to ride on a bike?”

She was caught off guard with the sudden offer of a ride. She stood there hesitating and wondering what she should do. It was a couple of seconds and before he spoke again seeing her hesitation.

“Stop thinking. Get your ass on my bike…**now**.” With a tone of annoyance and command. The demanding tone and lack of caring what she thought of sent a slight thrill through her as well as fear. She didn’t know why but she found herself starting to where she was making her way to the side of his bike to get on, thousands of thoughts flying through her mind wandering what in the world was she doing listening to this total stranger she met minutes ago.

Moments before she was about to swing her leg over the bike and get on, he interrupted and spoke which halted her in her tracks. “By the way there’s a rule for our MC. If a woman gets on for a ride on a bike, she fucks the owner after.” This added on halted Isabel in her tracks when she heard it as she was married. There was no way in the world was she going to cheat and betray her loving husband. To him he had long ago noticed the ring on her finger but he didn’t care at all that such a hot bitch had a husband, he saw a piece of tight ass he wants and fuck her husband for all he cared.

“Erm…that has to be a joke right? You cant be serious about that? Its as though you think women are nothing but sex objects.” Isabel said in shock

“No joke here. You want a ride on a bike, you better be ready to fuck. All the other girls here have done so.” Isabel looked over at the other bikers girls that were seated behind them and seeing the smiles on their faces which told her it was true what he said.

Sighing Isabel moved away from his bike then “Sorry but I cant do that I’m married.”

He chuckled as he then moved over to get on his bike starting it up with a roar as the remaining few mounted up on their bikes as well. “Too bad I’ve have given you an amazing ride, as well as a fuck you’d never forget.” Before he and the other bikers roared off away from her, leaving Isabel standing there with her heart beating fast in excitement and the degrading manner in which he had spoken to her all this while.

As she saw them driving off she couldn’t help but take note of the name of their MC that was on the patches of the rider’s vests. **Sun Flare**.

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