Biker mousy wife

[nandoghosh]

"Honey, you know how I have been trying to convince you to dress more, uh, provocatively when we go out?" asked Milton, gulping with nervousness as he addressed his wife, Sophie.

"Um, yes. But you know I'm not that kind of woman, dear," said Sophie softly, looking down at her tea as she stirred it.

"But you have such a sexy body," urged Milton. "You should show it off more. Look, I stopped by the mall and bought you a tube dress to try on." He held up a shopping bag toward his wife.

"Oh, god, are you serious?" giggled Sophie, bowing her head to avoid her husband's inquiring gaze and pushing the hair behind her ear. "You know I'm too shy to wear some sexy dress in public."

"Look, can't you just do it for me, darling?" pleaded Milton, his cock stiffening at the idea of his meek wife strutting around in this revealing outfit.

Sophie peeked at her husband and laughed nervously, "I'll try it on, but I won't promise to wear it out to the bar tonight," she said, taking the bag from her husband and scurrying off to the bedroom.

Milton followed her down the hall but wasn't surprised when his wife shut and locked the bedroom door behind her. She was a remarkably modest women and didn't like for Milton to watch her change. He paced back and forth in the hall while she dressed, his palms sweating and his penis quivering at the thought of Sophie's curves barely contained by the tight dress.

"Oh this will never do, Milton," called Sophie through the locked door. "It's too tight."

"Let me see," said Milton, practically jumping up and down with anticipation.

"I don't even have a strapless bra to wear with it," complained Sophie.

"Let me see," repeating Milton.

"I feel slutty," whimpered Sophie in a small voice.
Just open the door, honey, please," pleaded Milton. He waited for a moment, with his ear to the door, but he heard nothing. Finally there was a click as Sophie unlocked the door and he rushed into the room. "My God, you look amazing," he gushed as he admired Sophie's hourglass figure. She wasn't wearing a bra and her large breasts seemed on the verge of spilling out of the top of the snug black dress at any moment. The dress clung to her curves, perfectly outlining her narrow waist and wide hips and was so short that it just barely covered her crotch, leaving her shapely legs entirely exposed. Sophie was blushing furiously and alternated between tugging the top of the dress up to keep her boobs in check and then tugging at the hem to keep her crotch from peeking out.



"Oh this is just impossible," gasped Sophie in exasperation. "I don't have a bra to go with this and my boobs are going to pop out any second," she complained, pushing her heavy framed glasses back up her nose.



"Please honey, you look simply delectable," begged Milton, getting down on his knees dramatically. "This has been a real fantasy of mine for a long time. To show the world how gorgeous my meek and nerdy wife really is."



"Hey, who are you calling a nerd? I thought you were trying to butter me up," said Sophie, taking her husband's face in her hands, and looking down at him tenderly.



Milton said nothing and just gazed up at his wife with hope in his eyes.



"Oh jeez, not the puppy dog eyes," said Sophie, covering her face. "Ok, ok, I will do it for you. But we need to go someplace quiet and dark," she said giggling in confusion.



"I know just the place," exclaimed Milton, jumping to his feet. "That little Roadhouse bar down by the freeway. No one will know us there."



"Ew, I don't know," said Sophie with hesitation. "That place seems a little run down."



"I stopped in there once with some fellows from work. It was very, uh, rustic. There were hardly any people in there. And the beer was cheap."



"Ok, I know this is important for you, but if I feel too uncomfortable, I want to leave right away, ok?" asked Sophie. She gulped with anxiety at the thought of going out in public in this skimpy dress. She felt practically naked and it filled her stomach with butterflies.


"Absolutely, whatever you say," said Milton eagerly as they headed out to the car.

When they arrived at the Roadhouse bar, the gravel parking lot was overflowing with Harley Davidsons.



"Whoa, look at all these motorcycles," said Sophie with trepidation. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"



"Um, yeah, I don't know," said Milton as he parked the car. "It looks like a biker convention."



They sat for a moment watching the unsavory crowd milling in and out of the bar. They were mostly grizzled men in beaten up leather jackets, all with a skeleton logos on the back. But there was an occasional women amongst them, looking haggard and smoking cigarettes. One of the women noticed Milton and Sophie sitting in their car and approached them with a ragged smile.



Sophie rolled down her window as the woman approached.



"Whatsa matter, you two? Afraid to come in?" asked the woman with a grin that revealed some missing teeth. She had bags under her eyes and her breath stunk of beer and tobacco. "Don't be nervous. We might look rough, but we are just as harmless as kittens." Then the women noticed Sophie's dress and she whistled with surprising lewdness. "Ooo, girl, look at those ta-tas. Ha, ha. Come on in, the boys will get a big kick out of you in that little black dress, I'll tell you what."



"That's what I'm afraid of," admitted Sophie, tugging self-consciously at the top of her dress.



"Oh, don't worry, I will take care of you, pudding. Just stick with me," said the woman, opening the car door for Sophie and helping her out with a bawdy wink. "I know all these old boys and they won't lay a finger on you without your say so."



"Um, thank you," said Sophie, looking back over her shoulder as her husband quickly climbed out of the car and scampered after them.



"They call me Buttercup, what's your name, sweetie?" asked the woman as she locked arms with Sophie and headed toward the entrance of the bar.



The dilapidated woman sported a leather jacket with the ubiquitous skeleton, a short denim skirt, and cowboy boots. She crunched across the uneven gravel of the parking lot casually, providing support to Sophie who teetered along beside her in unfamiliar heels.



"I'm Sophie, and this is my husband, Milton," said Sophie, as Milton caught up with them breathlessly.


Buttercup pursed her thin, dry lips and tutted at Milton, taking in his pink polo shirt, dockers, and hair plastered to one side. "Hrmph, the boys won't like him much," she muttered to Sophie.

Sophie gave Buttercup a look of concern and didn't notice that all the bikers by the entrance had stopped to stared at her.



"What's up, hot stuff?" asked one huge bearded, bear of a man, leering at Sophie and ignoring Milton entirely. Milton felt his arms pits growing damp with fear at the sight of this huge rough man accosting his wife and was relieved when Buttercup intervened.



"Put it back in your pants, there, Tiny," snapped Buttercup sharply. "Sophie here is my pal and I am takin' her straight to Rogan."



Tiny's pals guffawed loudly and slapped him on the back as he cringed under Buttercup's tongue lashing. Milton felt his relief draining away as he considered her words. "Err, wait, who is Rogan?" he asked.



"Rogan is the boss of these mutts," said Buttercup, putting her nose in the air as she led the nervous couple through the crowded bar, pushing through clumps of big, sweaty bikers. "He is just going to eat. Sophie. Up," she cackled. Milton realized that as worn-down as the woman looked, she probably was no older than he or Sophie.



All the men stopped and ogled Sophie as she passed by with her jiggling, unconstrained boobs and she kept tugging awkwardly at the top of her dress, her head bowed meekly, afraid to make eye contact. Milton was starting to have second thoughts about this whole experiment. When he fantasized about showing his wife off to other men, he always pictured nice, upper class professional men like himself, not these rough, poorly dressed motorcycle hooligans. In fact, Milton didn't even feel safe here amongst these animals and stuck close to Buttercup's side for protection since she seemed to have some power over them.



"Go get us some beers and make your yourself useful, Myron," said Buttercup to Milton dismissively.



"It's, uh, Milton, actually," said Milton raising a finger in objection. But Buttercup just ignored him and hustled his wife away through the crowd. He and a couple of other men stopped to stare at Sophie's round buttocks, snugly encased in her tight dress.



"Look at that sweet, sweet, ass," said one wiry biker to Milton, clapping him on the shoulder roughly.



"Yes, that's my wife," said Milton. "So you might want to be a bit more respectful."


"Har, har, respectful, huh," laughed the thin man in Milton's face. "Well if you are tapping that ass, then I guess you deserve a bit of respect, cheers," said the man, holding up his beer in a salute before taking a long sloppy draught.

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Milton cast a brief glance at the beer dribbling out the corners of this fellow's mouth and took that opportunity to scurry off to the bar and fetch some beers for himself, his wife and Buttercup.

Meanwhile, Buttercup lead Sophie to a table at the back of the bar where a group of men stood talking by a battered pool table. One man in his forties stood out among the rest and was clearly the leader. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a square jaw. He wore a neatly trimmed beard and long hair that went past his shoulders. His skeleton jacket has specials emblems on the front and the other men seemed to defer to him.

"Rogan, look what I brought for you," said Buttercup, pushing her way into the group with Sophie by her side. "Her name is Sophie!"

Conversation stopped short and the coarse group fell silent as all eyes were fixed on Sophie's body. Her cheeks flushed prettily and she bowed her head as the men brazenly looked her body up and down.

"Holy fuck, Buttercup," grunted Rogen in appreciation. "Where did you find this slutty little nerd? She is built like a goddamn brick shithouse." The men all broke out in raucous laughter as Sophie giggled nervously and hid her face in her hands.

"Come now, fellows," tittered Sophie into her hand. "You are making me self conscious."

"Oh, darlin', they are just playing with you," said Buttercup, putting her arm around Sophie consolingly. "I thought you would be used to that sort of thing with a body like that."

"Oh, I never dress this way," admitted Sophie, peeking over at Buttercup who gave her an encouraging smile. "It was my husband's idea."

"Your husband?" cried Rogan. "Where the fuck is he at?"

"Right here, right here," said Milton, edging his way into the circle of ruffians with three beers clasped in his hands.

The group took one look at him in his pink shirt and khakis and broke out laughing in unison. He glanced around the group fearfully as he handed Buttercup and Sophie their beers.

"Thank you, honey," said Sophie quietly, taking the drink. She turned away slightly to take a big gulp, hoping it would calm her nerves. Her heart was pounding madly in her chest.

"Let me get this straight," said Rogan, stepping closer to Sophie while looking Milton in the eye. "You dressed up your timid little wife like a whore and decided to take her down to hang out with a gang of bikers? What the fuck were you thinking, man?" Rogan shot Milton a winning smile and shook his head in disbelief.

"Ah, well, I wouldn't say that she looks like a whore exactly," objected Milton, holding up one finger. His pulse was racing but he felt that he had to stick up for his wife in this group of churlish men.



"Maybe not a whore, but she sure does have the goods on full display," interjected Buttercup. She slipped behind Sophie and shook her by the shoulders, making Sophie's generous bosom shimmy and jiggle. Sophie squealed with surprise as the shaking caused her rebellious top to slip down, exposing her gorgeous white cleavage. She caught it just before it slipped down past her nipples. While the men hooted and made ribald comments.



"Stop it, Buttercup, my boobs are popping out," gasped Sophie, her face burning with embarrassment.



"Yup, your wife sure has a sweet set of knockers on her," said Rogan, nodding with approval.



"Um, you all keep talking about about me in the third person," offered Sophie softly. She kept her chin tucked down as she wriggled her top back up into place.



"Oh, I'm sorry, little lady," said Rogan, stepping closer. He took Sophie's chin gently in his big rough hand and tilted her head up so that her could fix with a piercing gaze. Sophie gasped in response as she found herself drawn into Rogan's cold blue eyes. "You have a lovely pair of tits. White, big, and jiggly. Just as I like 'em."



Sophie gulped in amazement and felt a tickle of arousal in her belly as this big strong man took her face in his hand and spoke so suggestively. The group snickered and muttered amongst themselves in response.



"Now, err, that's quite improper," objected Milton impotently as he watched this big oaf manhandling his poor wife.



Rogan ignored Milton and continued on, holding Sophie's head up to maintain her gaze. "Yup, your tits are making my dick real hard right about now," he told her. "What do you think of that?" Rogan reached down with his other hand and shamelessly adjusted the growing lump in his jeans.



"Um, I guess that's flattering in a way," admitted Sophie, feeling locked into Rogan's stare. She put her hands over her breasts unconsciously to hide her stiffening nipples.



"Come now, that's really beyond the pale," protested Milton. He summoned his courage and tapped Rogan on the shoulder. "Please unhand my wife, sir," he said, fighting the nauseous fear in his gut.


There was a collective inhalation as a hush fell over the group. Rogan released Sophie's face from his grip and turned to face Milton, drawing himself up to full height and glowering down at the indignant husband.

"Do you have any idea who I am, little man?" asked Rogan quietly. "I'm the leader around here. I'm the fucking alpha male. I snap my fingers and this bunch here would grab you and break you in two!"



Milton's chin quivered in fear, but he glanced over at his shocked wife, looking on anxiously and he gathered his wits about him. "Be that as it may," he stammered. "Sophie is my wife and you shouldn't talk to her that way. It's impolite," insisted Milton, meeting Rogan's stern gaze though his face shook like jelly and his gut was writhing with eels.



Rogan's face dropped in bald amazement and he turned in a full circle with his arms spread, silently imploring everyone to take notice. A larger group formed around the little circle as bikers all crowded in, craning their heads to see and whispering feverishly to inquire what was happening.



"You know what?" Rogan asked the crowd. "This little man has a big pair of stones on him, I'll tell you what," he said pointing at Milton. "I wouldn't have thunk it, but there it is. A big old pair of stones." There was a pregnant pause as the group seemed to hold it's breath. Rogan relished the moment while Milton stood there, knees shaking, and then he broke out into a broad grin and gave a deep belly laugh. The crowd exhaled as one as Rogan slapped his knee in delight. "Which one of you tough guys would stand up to me like that? I ask you," laughed Rogan, wiping a tear from his eye. He came over and put his arm around Milton, crushing him to his side in a an iron grip. "What's your name, there?" he asked.



"Milton."



"You are alright in my book, Milton," said Rogan as the crowd started to thin out, realizing that no violence was at hand. "Now what's the problem between us? Am I being too rude for you?"



"Well, Sophie is my wife, after all," said Milton reasonably. "It's only appropriate for me to ask other men to treat her with dignity."



"Dignity," said Rogan, pursing his lips and furrowing his brow in thought. He released Milton from his grip and rubbed his chin in thought.



"He just wants you to be more polite," explained Sophie primly.



"Oh Rogan don't mean no harm," put in Buttercup, suppressing a smile. "He just follows the old adage, treat a lady like a whore and a whore like a lady."


"Har, har, I sure do, Miss Buttercup. By your leave ma'am, I surely do," responded Rogan with a twinkle in his eye as he kissed Buttercup's hand to the delight of the group. Bikers pounded each other on the shoulder as Rogan teased Buttercup.Oh you rascal, you go on, I know what I am," laughed Buttercup, withdrawing her hand.



"Ok, Sophie, I beg your pardon, ma'am," said Rogan, gripping his crotch as he looked Sophie up and down. "Let me start over, can I? My name is Rogan, and it is a real pleasure to meet you," he held out his hand to Sophie.



Sophie glanced at her husband nervously and hesitantly took Rogan's hand. "Hello, Rogan. I am pleased to make your acquaintance," she said, feeling excitement building inside her.



Rogan put her hand to his lips and kissed it delicately while he fixed her with an intense gaze, making Sophie's heart flutter madly. "May I say that your dress is very flattering to your figure?" he asked. "I hope that's not too forward." The group snickered in response.



"Um, no, uh, thank you very much," replied Sophie, tugging at her top to keep her breasts in check. She could feel the group staring at her erect nipples that were poking plainly through the thin fabric.



"You know, Rogan, since you like Sophie's figure so much, you should invite her back to the clubhouse so that she can give you a better look at it," suggested Buttercup taking a drag of a cigarette.



"That's a fine idea, Buttercup," replied Rogan, rubbing his hands together. "But you know she would need to go through her initiation first."



"Of course, of course," said Buttercup, frowning judiciously and shaking her head. "No women in the clubhouse until they go through initiation. I know the rules."



"What does the initiation entail?" asked Sophie.



"Let me try to say this politely, so I don't offend your husband," said Rogan while his fellow chortled knowingly all around. "We don't normally allow women in the clubhouse unless they show their loyalty and that they got nothing to hide."



"I'm not sure I like the sound of this," said Milton, the sweat beading on his forehead.



"Well men can't come in at all unless they are full members," said Buttercup blowing smoke in Milton's face dismissively.



"Now, now, Buttercup, this is true. But our friend Milton has shown his worth. He is a solid man who stood right up to me to defend his wife's honor, so he's earned his entrance," said Rogan drawing himself upright.


"Well, uh, thank you," said Milton, feeling an unaccountable sense of relief.

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"But how do I show that I am loyal and have nothing to hide?" asked Sophie.

"You got to strip down naked in front of the whole gang and then go down on Rogan while everyone watches," said Buttercup simply, taking a puff of her cigarette. "Piece of cake. I did it years ago myself."

"You sure did," said Rogan eyeing Buttercup lewdly. "That's a hummer I won't ever forget."

"Surely you're joking," stammered Milton, his stomach dropping at the thought.

"I can barely stand everyone looking at me in this dress. I couldn't get naked in front of a bunch of strangers," gasped Sophie in distress.

"You are afraid to get naked for the gang, but you wouldn't mind the part where you get to suck on my, uh, penis, though, huh?" said Rogan, wagging his eyebrows at Sophie suggestively.

She bowed her head, her cheeks bright with shame, and said nothing. She cast a furtive glance at Rogan's bulge and had to admit she was fascinated by the idea of sucking on his member while her husband watched. Rogan's raw animalistic machismo exerted a great attraction over her. She found herself yearning to service the charismatic gang leader.

Look, honey, you can wear this Mardi-Gra mask that covers your eyes and leaves your mouth free for business," said Buttercup. "You would be surprised how bold you can be hiding behind a mask."



"This is just preposterous. There is no way that I can agree to this," sputtered Milton indignantly, shaking a scolding finger at Rogan.



"Milton, Milton, Milton," coaxed Rogan, his inner eyebrows raised in show of sincerity. "This is the ritual of our tribe. I mean, tribes have had rituals since time immemorial." The bikers chortled with mirth at Rogan's grandiose language.



"Rituals," spat Milton dismissively.



"Sure, when the woman disrobes before us, she reveals that she has nothing to hide from the group and that we can trust her. Then she shows her fealty to her lord by going down on her knees before him. Once she performs her, uh, duties, then she gets anointed with my seed and she is truly one of us," said Rogan to general guffaws of delight.



Milton looked with disdain at the fat bearded bikers wiping tears of laughter from their eyes all around him and sniffed at the stink of stale beer, sweat, and cigarettes.



"We didn't come here so Sophie could join a biker gang," complained Milton. "This is ridiculous."



"Well why did you come here, sugar?" asked Buttercup, squinting at Milton with raw malice. "Why did you doll up your wife in that getup that would make a hooker blush?"



Milton was taken aback by the question and he was at a loss for words.



"I know why," said Buttercup with a cold laugh. "You wanted to show off her gorgeous body to other men. Admit it."



"That's true, dear," piped up Sophie cautiously after Milton stood there gaping for a moment.



"But, but, it's one thing to wear a slinky dress, and it's quite another to strip completely naked," objected Milton weakly. But his penis was already stiffening again at the thought of it.


"I see your little weiner stirring in your trousers there," cackled Buttercup. "You want to show off your woman, then show her off properly. Don't be half-assed about it. Just admit that you're a fucking pervert and go whole hog."

Milton just stared at the harridan in shock, the blood draining from his face as he realized that she was right. He did want to show his woman off, and he would love for her to parade around naked in front of a bunch of men but he was too ashamed to admit it. And he didn't like the idea of the men being this rough crew of bikers. He would prefer clean cut college educated men.



"Har, har, she's a hellcat, ain't she?" laughed Rogan, slapping his thigh in amusement. "You can't fuck with Buttercup, I'll tell you what."



"Even if I could agree to the stripping," began Milton, his palms slick with sweat. "I couldn't agree to let her give you a, a blowjob."



"Oh, listen to you, you little prude," scoffed Buttercup waving her cigarette around. "You think Sophie never had another man's dick in her mouth?"



"Let's not go down that path," mumbled Sophie, tapping Buttercup's arm in warning.



Buttercup cast her a sidelong glance and changed her tack. "Ok, look, Milton. A blowjob is nothing at all. Why it's just a friendly gesture that a woman does for a man. There's nothing to get bent out of shape over."



"Pish, posh," said Milton nervously.



"Look Milton, I respect your opinion in this matter, but at the end of the day, shouldn't we really be asking your wife what she thinks of all this?" asked Rogan with a broad grin.



"Um, well, I do like the mask idea. I remember in anthropology class they talked about the transformational power of masks. I can explore a wilder identity, channel the trickster spirits," she said with a wan smile.



"Oh my god," replied Milton, his face pale and his gut full of ice. "What have I gotten us into?"



"Quit your belly achin', we can all see the stiffy in your pants you little pervert," laughed Buttercup. "Come on, Sophie, you're gonna have a ball turning this trick."



"No, no, you take Milton, I'll take Sophie on my bike," said Rogan, smoothly taking Sophie by the arm and whisking her away.


"Back to the clubhouse!" bellowed a huge biker beside Milton. And soon the whole crowd was chanting, "Back to the clubhouse," as they parted to allow Rogan to pass with Milton's wife teetering along beside him, clutching at the top of her dress to keep her tits from spilling out. Then the whole gang filed out behind their leader and Milton watched in sick fascination. He really had underestimated how serious this situation was.

"Come on then, numbnuts. Let's go. Just follow the boys, and don't get lost," said Buttercup with contempt, pawing her straw like hair out of her face as she lead Milton out of the bar. Milton walking into a wall of insane cacophony as forty or fifty Harley Davidsons all revved up at once. He clapped his hands to his ears in pain and ran to his car to follow the gang back to their secret lair. He watched with nauseous jealousy as Rogan drove away with Sophie on the back of his bike, clinging to him for dear life as they roared away.



Milton, followed the motorcyclists for just a short drive until they came to a innocuous dirt road that led back into the woods for a few hundred yards. There they came to a large asphalt lot and a modest wooden lodge building. Milton parked his car and squirmed through the crowd of milling bikers to get inside. They looked at him strangely but stepped aside to let him pass until he got to the front door where his path was blocked by Tiny, the huge fellow that Buttercup had chided on the way into the bar earlier.



"You can't come in here, little man," said Tiny, towering over Milton threateningly.



"Rogan said I could," insisted Milton defiantly, and everyone within earshot hushed when he said it.



"Oh, yeah, is that right?" said Tiny. "How about if I call him up here and ask him myself?"



"Please do," said Milton and several big men whistled with surprise at his brashness.



Tiny deflated slightly and seemed a bit querulous as he poked his head back into the lodge and called for Rogan.



Rogan appeared instantly and beamed when he saw Milton. "Milton, come in, come in. I am glad you found the place. I want you to stand up front next to me so you have a good view when I put my cock in your wife's mouth," he laughed, pounding Milton on the shoulder heavily and leading him inside.



The front of the lodge was one big hall with folding tables and chairs all around. There were deer heads mounted on the walls and huge cases stocked with automatic weapons of all kinds. When Milton saw the arsenal, he recalled suddenly that motorcycle gangs were often involved in serious crime like drug smuggling and his heart started pounding with anxiety. At the back of the hall Milton noticed a full bar as Rogan lead Milton to the center of the room.



"Bring out the slut!" bellowed Rogan as the gang formed a ragged circle all around them. "No offense intended of course," said Rogan conversationally to Milton as an aside.


Sophie suddenly appeared at the edge of the crowd, wearing a slightly tattered Mardi Gras mask with peacock feathers that covered her eyes. Buttercup lead her hesitantly to the center to stand before Rogan and Milton.
Take off that dress, little lady and show the boys what you got," said Rogan.



"I don't think I can do this, Rogan," stammered Sophie, glancing over at her husband nervously.



"Oh, come on, now," said Rogan reaching over and pulling her under his arm affectionately. "Looky here, the boys are all eager to see some poontang," he said gesturing around the room at the collected ruffians surrounding them. Milton looked at the feral gang licking their chops expectantly and gulped in apprehension. "Besides, no one will recognize you in that mask. Heck, no one here would recognize you even without the mask."



"That's true, but I still feel weird doing this in front of so many strange men. Can't we go in a back room and do it with just you and I?" she asked glancing around the room at the dirty bearded men all around.



"Hey, hey, there will be time for that later, little darling," laughed Rogan, sharing a knowing glance with Buttercup. "You heard, that, Milton? Your little wife can't wait to go one on one with me."



"Yeah, uh, I'm not sure I'm ok with that," stammered Milton.



"Why don't you introduce her to some of the boys, so they won't seem so strange to her," suggested Buttercup with a sly grin.



"Good idea, come on Sophie," said Rogan, leading her over to one of the big bikers while Milton and Buttercup tagged along behind. "Sophie, this is Tiny. Tiny, meet Sophie."



"Howdy, ma'am," said Tiny, bowing his head politely.



"Sophie her is just dying to show you her snatch, you know," said Rogan conversationally.



"Rogan!" exclaimed Sophie in surprise, blushing madly behind her mask.



"I'd be much obliged to see it, ma'am," said Tiny.



"Go on, show him," urged Rogan, hiking up the hem of Sophie's dress to expose her pink panties.



"Oh my god," gasped Sophie, glancing around the room nervously.



"You don't have to do this, honey," said Milton, trying to hide the fear in his quavering voice.



"No, no, I will channel the trickster spirit," mumbled Sophie as she pulled her panties down, exposing her dark curly bush to the huge biker.



The fellows on either side crowded around eagerly to see, hooting and whistling in excitement while Milton's stomach dropped in dread.



"Lookit that snatch, willya, boys," chattered Rogan, bending down to inspect Sophie's pussy closely while she gingerly held up the hem of her dress so all the bikers could get a good look. He reached out boldly and ran his fingers through her pubic hair, fluffing it out slightly and sending a thrill of arousal through Sophie's body like an electric shock.



"Now, don't touch," mumbled MIlton ineffectually while his own phallus stiffened at the sight of this stranger fingering his wife's genitals.



"Hush up, Milton, don't be a party pooper," hissed Buttercup.



"Get that dress off, Sophie, don't hold back now. Look how much the boys are enjoying themselves," said Rogan expansively.



Sophie eyed the slavering bikers crowding all around her with trepidation. But it dawned on her that she had a strange sort of control over them as they gazed, mesmerized, at her crotch. It excited her to hold such sway over this rowdy bunch and she willed herself to pull her dress up higher. But she struggled and couldn't get it off over her head. She turned instinctively to her husband and asked, "I can't get this off, can you unzip me, dear?"



"Um, yes, I guess so," said Milton as he fumbled to pull his wife's zipper down and the bikers sniggered at him.



"That's better," said Sophie and she wriggled out of her dress and stood naked before the group of bikers while they all looked on in awe, silenced for a moment as they drank in the sight of her nude form.



"Ho-ly shit!" cried Buttercup finally. "Girl, if you ain't a stripper, you missed your calling!"



"No, I'm not a stripper, I'm a CPA," giggled Sophie, giddy with all the attention as her nipples hardened in the cool breeze. It felt so odd to be standing naked before all these men. She felt her vagina grow moist in response to the lustful stares of the bikers all around.



Rogan shook his head in admiration and strode forward toward Sophie. "Look at this figure, boys. Perfect hourglass!" he said, standing behind Sophie and running his hands down her sides, past her narrow waist and over her broad hips. Sophie gasped with pleasure as the gang leader ran his calloused hands over her tender body.



"Nice narrow waist," he said, gripping her by the waist firmly and making her squeal with pleasure. "Good, baby-birthing hips," he continued, sliding his hands down over her soft hips. Milton looked on in sick fascination as his wife was man-handled and put on display for all this hoodlums, his penis throbbing stiffly in his pants. "And check out these titties!" Rogan cupped Sophie's huge white breasts in his hands and pinched her pink nipples between her fingers while the men all cooed with appreciation. He ground his stiffening bulge up against her delicate bottom and Sophie felt his penis prodding between her butt cheeks.



"Let's see the ass!" begged Tiny, gripping his jock shamelessly as he looked Sophie up and down.



"Show em, honey, show em that ass," said Rogan, taking Sophie by the shoulder and spinning her around forcefully. She gulped and bent over slightly so that the men could get a good look and Rogan reached around to slap on round cheek playfully. "Nice bounce on that ass," he commented, patting each cheek in turn. "Nice and round. You are a lucky man, Milton," he said looking over at Milton with an impish grin.



"Err, yes, I know," said Milton, struggling to hide his erection from his wife to no avail.



"Ooh, honey, you look like you're really hard," said Sophie.



"No, I'm, uh, not really," lied Milton.



But Sophie reached right over and pinched the bulge in Milton's pants to determine his arousal for herself. "Yes you are," she purred. "You like this!"



"Bend over a little more, Sophie," commanded Rogan, and Sophie obediently complied, putting her hands on her knees and jutting her bare ass out toward the circle of admiring bikers.



"Shit, look at those pussy lips puffing out like that," said Rogan, pointed to Sophie's swollen labia, peeking out between her milky white thighs. He poked a finger into her cunt from behind and Sophie gasped with pleasure.



"Oh, Rogan!" she moaned, arching her back to offer herself to him. "You musn't!"



"You're mouth says no, but your twat is soaking wet," he chuckled as he sunk a finger deep into her sodden snatch.



"You really shouldn't finger my wife like that," admonished Milton, nursing his own hardon.



"Ok, Milton, ok," said Rogan. "You are right. Do me a favor though, will you smell my finger?" The men all around broke out in raucous laughter and Milton blushed with embarassment as Rogan held out his index finger toward Milton, still slick with his wife's juices. "Too squeamish? Oh well, I would have thought you'd have smelled this plenty. Anyway, it's time for Sophie to suck on my dick and prove her loyalty. Tiny, throw down your jacket so Sophie don't skin her knees on the concrete." Tiny eagerly complied, whipping off his jacket and laying it delicately at his leader's feet. "Now come kneel before me, little lady," said Rogan offering her his hand.



Sophie, took Rogan's hand and gazed deep into her husband's eyes as the gang leader chivalrously helped her to her knees before him.



"That's right, look your husband in the eyes and unzip my fly," commanded Rogan, grinning evilly over at Milton who could only gulp helplessly in return as he watched his wife obediently unfasten Rogan's belt.



"I'm just going to suck it a little bit, dear," explained Sophie to Milton as she yanked down on Rogan's fly and his stiff penis came popping out, hitting her in the face unexpectedly.



"Oh my goodness, it's so veiny!" she exclaimed naively while the bikers all chortled and poked each other in the ribs.



"I hope it's not too scary," said Rogan gently, putting his hand on Sophie's head and guiding his dick toward her mouth.



"No, I like it, it's rough and tough looking," she tittered to the delight of the crowd before eagerly taking Rogan's glans into her mouth and sucking fitfully on it.



"Ahh, yeah, that a girl," he sighed in pleasure, looking over at Milton with satisfaction while Sophie vigorously fellated him.



Milton looked on in enthrallment while Sophie licked Rogan's veiny shaft, slurped on his swollen head and lapped obediently at his hairy balls with the bikers shouting encouragement all the while.



"Look at her go!" exclaimed Rogan, turning to Milton and gesturing down at his wife's passionately blowjob. "She sure is eager to prove her loyalty to me!"



"Yes, err, she is being quite thorough, isn't she?" admitted Milton sadly while Sophie tugged urgently on Rogan's shaft while sucking hard on the head of his cock.



"Yep, that's enough, now lay on your back, and spread 'em for me," said Rogan suddenly.



"Wait, the deal was for a blowjob only!" squawked Milton shrilly.



But Sophie eagerly lay on her back while another biker gallant tucked his jacket beneath her head as a pillow. She looked up at Rogan with a smoldering gaze of desire and spread her legs for him ardently.



"Oh, yeah, you are right," said Rogan, snapping his fingers and swinging his stiff cock around. "I forgot. Sorry, Sophie. We had a deal after all. Only a blowjob. No fucking."



"Uh, no, please, I want it," grunted Sophie, spreading her labia for him desperately, exposing her pink inner snatch while the bikers crowded around and hooted like deranged primates.



"You want what, Sophie?" asked Rogan, pretending ignorance, while he stroked his rod and gazed down at her moist hole, spread open in supplication.



"I want you inside me!" she gasped, squirming in anticipation and arching her back to make her pussy more available to him.



"Sophie, how could you?" cried Milton in despair.



"Please, Milton, can't we do it just this once? I'm so horny!" begged Sophie, thrusting her pelvis back and forth in yearning.



"Well, it's up to you my friend," said Rogan, slapping Milton on the shoulder heavily with one hand while he held his stiff quivering phallus in the other. "Want me to plow your old lady for you?"



"Oh, jesus," groaned Milton, covering his face with his hand.



"Is that a yes?" coaxed Rogan, bending down to peer up at Milton.



"Ugh, yes, do it and get it over with," mumbled Milton, pushing Rogan away.



"Yeah, that's what I thought you'd say," said Rogan, dropping his trousers and climbing onto Milton's waiting wife.



"Oh, God, yes! That's so good," cried Sophie lustily as Rogan slid his thick cock inside her. The bikers all clapped and cheered at Sophie's exclamations of passion while Rogan started pumping away.



Milton looked down at Rogan's back as the big biker thrust his manhood in and out of Sophie's tight hole. His muscular buttocks were framed by Sophie's pale thighs and calves, spread wide to receive him. Her thin white arms encircled the his broad, tan back as she clung to him and her head was tossed to the side in abandon while she grunted and moaned loudly under each pounding jab of the biker's dick inside her. Milton was spellbound watching his meek little wife gibbering madly as an orgasm overtook her.



"I'm coming inside you baby!" shouted Rogan as he ground his pelvis down upon her, pushing himself in even deeper than before to loose his seed.



Milton watched in a daze as Rogan climbed off of Sophie and raised his arms triumphantly to the cheers of his gang, his dick slick with cum and slowly deflated as he turned proudly in a circle. Then he came over and shook Milton's hand, grabbing it and pumping it cordially.



"You and your wife are always welcome here, my friend. That's the tightest snatch I've had in months, I'll tell you what. And she really appreciates a good fuck, if you know what I mean. She really shows her gratitude," gushed Rogan.



Milton just stared at him dumbfounded and said nothing. Tiny and another fellow bent down and helped Sophie sit up. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal and her mask was nowhere to be seen. The big biker whispered in her ear and she nodded happily. The next thing Milton knew, she was on all fours, sucking Tiny's cock while a small wiry biker was dicking her from behind, gripping her hips and humping away like a little dog.



"Jesus Christ," exclaimed Milton at the sight.



"Oh, don't get bent out of shape," chuckled Rogan, bending down to retrieve his pants. "Of course the boys are going to take turns with her. It's to be expected. She's loving it, look at her."


Milton look on in a daze as Sophie grunted and moaned with pleasure while she sucked and fucked bikers two at a time. In return, they spurted jism in her mouth on her ass, inside her womb, in her hair, on her back, on her boobs, in her face, and basically all over her until she was practically coated in cum. Milton found himself kneeling before her at one point while she sucked his own penis mindlessly, barely aware that she was servicing her own husband, in her stupor of lust. He looked down as her lips, slick with the semen of other men, wrapped around his shaft and he shot his own load right down her throat which she gulped down greedily.

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She looked up then in gratitude and recognized Milton. "Oh, it's you! You sure gave me a healthy mouthful there! You must be enjoying the show. I'm glad you finally took your turn. I didn't want you to be left out," she said sweetly.

"Uh, yes, thank you," said Milton at a loss for words, shocked at the chunky globs of ejaculate dripping from Sophie's hair.

After some indeterminate amount of time, all the bikers had taken one or two turns fucking and jizzing on Sophie and they all milled around drinking beers and chatting good naturedly, basking in post-orgasm good spirits. Buttercup came over and helped Sophie to her feet and she was soon drinking beer and conversing with the bikers still completely unselfconscious about being naked and covered in semen.

Milton approached the group where Sophie was laughing with Tiny, Rogan, Buttercup and some other thugs.

"Err, shouldn't you cover up or something, dear?" asked Milton nervously.

"Ha, really, darling, it's hardly a time to feign modesty after I've had messy sex with practically every man in the room," laughed Sophie, tucking a cum-soaked lock of hair behind her ear.

"Ha, ha, yes, quite," stammered Milton as the group broke out laughing.

"Here, we got something for you to wear though," said Rogan, gesturing to Buttercup with his beer.

"Oh, yeah," grinned Buttercup, producing a leather vest. She held it up for display the back which had the skeleton logo of the gang along with the words "Property of..." at the top and then "Official Fuck Slut" at the bottom.

"Wow, that's classy," teased Sophie. "Is that for me?"

"Yup," said Buttercup, helping Sophie into the vest. "You are property of the club now."

"That's wonderful," muttered Milton sardonically. "Your friends will be impressed."

"Oh my god, imagine if I showed this vest to my friends?" gasped Sophie with a laugh. "They would be simple scandalized."

"And they wouldn't even believe that it was true," agreed Milton glumly.

Thank you so much, I will always cherish this," said Sophie, kissing Buttercup on the cheek with a twinkle in her eye.



"You got to be careful, wearing that in public, though," warned Rogan. "That vest grants any member the right to stop you and demand sex wherever you may be and you are required to comply. That's the deal. In return, you receive our protection."



"Uh, ok, got it," laughed Sophie. "I feel so safe now," she told her husband, suppressing a smile.



"Yes, so do I," said Milton, eyeing the gun racks in trepidation. "Look, I think we should be going now."



"Ok, dear, I agree, I am simply exhausted from all that sucking and fucking," chirped Sophie with a sly grin.



"Uh, yeah," replied Milton, rubbing his head in confusion.



"How does it feel to be such a massive cuckold?" leered Buttercup, giving Milton a sneer.



"Lay off him, Buttercup. He was a good sport. But you come here, Sophie," said Rogan, grabbing Sophie and giving her a deep passionate kiss. "You are a damn good fuck, little lady. Don't be a stranger now. I want to see you back here soon so that I can use you for sex."



"Yessir," replied Sophie, saluting smartly.



"Darling, it warmed my heart to see you down there fucking all those boys like a champ. I feel like you became a woman today," said Buttercup, holding Sophie at arm's length and looking her naked body up and down. She shook Sophie's shoulders and make her cum-slicked boobs jiggle and bounce, the sight of which made Milton's penis stiffen again slightly and he noticed all the other men of the group paying particular attention as well.



"Gosh, uh, thank you, Buttercup," said Sophie awkwardly, crossing her hands over her sodden bush. "Um, did you see my dress anywhere? It's time to go."



"Oh, honey, that old thing is all trampled and torn, you should just scoot out of here in your birthday suit," said Buttercup, shaking her head.



"Really, wow, ok," said Sophie, looking at her husband with a raised eyebrow.


"I guess it doesn't matter much at this point, just duck down in the seat and I will pull right into the garage when we get home," said Milton, throwing up his hands.Several more men stopped Sophie to kiss and grope her as she and Milton made their way through the crowd toward the door. Milton stood by watching uncomfortably as random men took their liberties with her, pinching her nipples, grasping her bare buttocks, and fingering her twat as she giggled and pushed them away affectionately. Finally they made it out into the cool night air and Milton breathed a sigh of relief.



"Ooh, the semen feels cold out here, I can feel it all over," commented Sophie matter-of-factly as she reached back and delicately extracted a sticky mass from between her butt cheeks.



"Thanks for sharing," replied Milton snarkily.



"Don't be like that, darling," pouted Sophie as they approached the car. "It's not my fault things got a little out of hand this evening."



"A little out of hand?" croaked Milton, opening the door for her. "That's the understatement of the year. Ugh, do we have anything to put on the seat. You are going to get, uh, jism all over everything."



"Oh, well, just take the car in for detailing tomorrow," she replied breezily as she flopped down on the seat.



Milton was pensive on the ride home and Sophie was elated, riding an intense endorphin high of the sort she had never known.



"That was the most incredible experience of my life," chirped Sophie as the streetlamp light intermittently illuminated her naked body.



"I'm still trying to come to terms with it," admitted Milton, struggling with a combination of jealousy, shame, and arousal. "I actually feel pretty nauseous right now."



"Poor baby, I will make you a nice mint tea when we get home," said Sophie, patting Milton on the hand to comfort him.



He smiled crookedly at his caring wife and it struck him how odd it was to contrast their quiet domestic little life with Sophie's nude, cum-slick body and her greasy motorcycle vest. When they pulled into their driveway, Milton realized that the garage door opening wasn't working, so they had to park there in front of the garage.



"Do you want me to run in and get you a robe?" asked Milton,


"Maybe not, I don't see anyone around," replied Sophie, looking up and down their silent suburban street, deserted at this late hour. She climbed out of the car and was about the scurry into the house when she practically bumped into their neighbor, Harold, smoking a cigarette in the bushes that separated their two yards.

"Oh, shit, sorry," gasped Harold, trying to hide his cigarette nervously. Then he realized that Sophie was naked except for her vest and his eyes bulged out of his head.



"Harold! Does Diane know you are smoking out here?" cried Sophie in shock. "I thought you quit last year."



"Please don't tell her," begged Harold, unable to pull his eyes away from Sophie's tits bouncing with her indignation. "Um, why aren't you dressed?"



"Don't change the subject, Harold, this is a serious matter," said Sophie, trying unsuccessfully to pull the vest closed to cover her boobs. She resorted to crossing her arms over her chest to hide her stiff nipples. "You promised your family that you would quit smoking."



"It's a terrible addiction, Sophie, you don't understand," protested Harold as he stared at Sophie's exposed bush, visible in the moonlight.



"Harold, stop staring at my vagina and look me in the eye," demanded Sophie. "You owe it your loved ones to care for you health."



"You're right, dear, but let's harangue Harold about this tomorrow," said Milton diplomatically, slipping around the car and leading his wife back toward the house.



"And stop staring at my bottom! You should be ashamed of yourself," scolded Sophie over her shoulder as Harold gaped in amazement at the message on the back of her vest and then down at her round, ripe, rump.



"I'm, I'm sorry, Sophie," called Harold. "I mean, I beg your pardon!"



"The nerve of that man!" cried Sophie as Milton let her into the house. "Leering at my body like that with a filthy cigarette in his hand as he slowly makes a widow of his poor wife.



"Well, darling, be reasonable, I mean, you are practically naked," said Milton, taking a paper towel and dabbing at the cum on Sophie's chest. "Darling, you are mess, you need to go jump in the shower and wash this grotesque biker seed off yourself."



"It's not grotesque, I like it," said Sophie, capturing a glob that dangled from her nipple and putting it her mouth seductively. "Tastes like ox roast," she said devilishly.



"Oh my god, you terrible," laughed Milton in shock.



"Do you think Harold wants to fuck me?" asked Sophie over her shoulder as she headed off to the bathroom.


"Well I could hardly blame him if he did," said Milton, trailing after her down the hall."Hhmm, go tell him that I will keep quiet about his cigarette if he comes over and scrubs my back in the shower," said Sophie as she turned on the shower faucet.



"Uh, wait a minute, are you serious?" asked Milton, his penis awakening again at the transgressive idea.



"I sure am, unless you are too afraid?" asked Sophie with an arched brow as she tossed her vest aside and stepped under the steamy stream of fresh water.


Milton stood indecisively for a moment and then headed back out into the night to make Harold an offer that he was sure he wouldn't refuse.

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