*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’s been a week already since Isabel first set foot into that bar and having met initially some of the members and the girls of the motorcycle club, since then every day for the past week she’s been coming back to the bar. Everyday leaving her home once her husband has left for work and going back home with enough time in the evening to make dinner so he wouldn’t be suspicious. She lied to him day after day of what she had spent her time doing.
She’d been pretty surprised where despite the guys outer appearances giving off an air of dangerous men. They and the girls have been pretty open and receptive with her, talking with her about things most normal people talk about and such. Setting aside the moments where some times they all seem to go into the room in the back of the bar, where the girls had told her to stay there at the main bar area with them as their not allowed to listen in on business.
That’s one of the main things she learnt about all of them as she looked on and saw how they all interacted with each other. The guys all seemingly never talking anything remotely about gangsterism or business infront of the girls, the girls all never talk to any of the guys unless the guys talked to them first and other such nuances that she figured out is the social dynamic of how things worked in a motorcycle club. Now wanting to intrude and insult anyone accidentally, Isabel had quickly picked up on the unspoken rules of the mc where she had taken to them quite naturally.
But handling all of that was pretty easy for her. Rather instead it was other things that really shaked her perspective of the world. It was on the 3rd day when as usual everyone was drinking, talking and such where in a booth Isabel was seated next to one of the girls of the club whereas opposite from them was one of the bikers with one of the girls by his side. Suddenly he had stopped talking as she looked over to the girl by his side.
“I need to unload. Get to work with your mouth.”
She just giving a big wide smile to him as her hands came up to tie her hair up into a pony tail “Sure baby.”
Isabel’s eyes went wide with shock watching the girl smile as her hands went to work to unzip his pants, watching as she leaned over lowering her head down to his crotch. She swallowed hard watching the girl started to bob her head up and down with the obvious sounds of sucking could be heard.
Isabel couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight where seemingly so private being done in such an open and public environment. The biker though just sighed out his relief feeling his manhood being sucked off by the girl before he resumed talking to Isabel and the other girl opposite of him as though there was nothing wrong. This just really up-ended the view the house wife had of how the world of the mc really was so different from the usual mundane life that she was living. She tried her hardest to focus on the conversation but always found her eyes darting down to the back of the head of the girl blowing the biker, it was quite some time as they continued to talk before eventually he held her head down and groaned out. Knowing he was unloading himself down the girls throat, Isabel couldn’t felt but felt her heart pounding wildly in her chest and her cheeks flushing up. Seeing the girl dutifully keeping her head buried deeply into his crotch as the obvious sounds of her swallowing could be heard. Not long after she came back up back into view licking her lips before just showing a quick smile to Isabel, as she grabbed her beer bottle off the table to wash down her throat. It was an eye opening event for the house wife and one which wouldn’t be the only time she saw that over the next 4 days as well, seeing the other guys in the club getting blowjobs or even having full on sex in the open with each other. Some do bring their partner to the back of the bar where Isabel guessed there were probably some rooms with beds as they told her sometimes the members do sleep here in the bar which doubles up as their clubhouse.
Still everything that was happening was something that actually happens regularly there, just that when that first day after they all had seen the Asian house wife appearing at their bar they toned it down. Just enough to get her be comfortable at first before they brought this back out into the open. T-Bun especially as he watched on that first time when Isabel just watched one of his boys getting blown by one of their girls, it was already part of the plan to slowly crack open the mentality of this innocent house wife and bring her into the club eventually too. It was rare enough to have an Asian beauty in a motorcycle club, especially one with a body of such great proportions. But some of the members had even tailed her back to her home and they saw she lived in a very nice place which meant she was flushed with cash. Something the MC would love to enjoy having besides her body too. Hence after the first day when Isabel had gone back home after she left the bar with her tailers, T-bun was already starting to work on a plan to turn the little Asian wife into club property.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ny80kd/wifes_corruption_into_a_biker_gang_cheating_part_3