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I’ve just returned home to an empty house, and so I can write about an amazing day. Right, let me start from the beginning…
It was a Saturday and I was expecting to go to our regular haunt for a swingers' party later that evening. Truthfully, I really needed some sexual attention.
After I’d spent part of the morning cleaning the house, I fancied a little rest after a long working week, and my husband suddenly said he wanted to watch football and relax that night and not go to the party. Apparently, there was some sort of drama he didn't want to deal with and he didn't fancy a party that we rarely attended. I didn't argue — but I was sad.
He told me he was going over to his friend’s house and I said I would go to the gym, maybe have lunch with a co-worker or friend, and I acted that I was sad. Actually, I only waited for him to leave and then I went online.
Many people chatted with me but I didn't let on that I was free. I waited till I thought I had what I was seeking. That came in the form of Jack from a nearby city. We’d chatted a few times and he’s a beefy guy — and, I believed, with a huge cock to match.
I was chatting with something like sixteen people but he was the only one not being a pig or talking about sex. That was kind of nice.
I told him I intended going to the gym later but had no other plans. He asked if I'd like to go for a ride on his bike and sent me a picture of it. I don't know much about bikes but it was a Harley and I do like riding, not that I do it much. Bikes, that is!
“Where to?” I asked.
He suggested lunch in Gloucester, a city north along the ocean.
“Yeah! Know what, I’d love to,” I told him but added that my man couldn’t know so I would have to meet him somewhere else, not at my house. We arranged to meet at a store that I knew in his city.
“Be there in an hour,” I said and then showered and shaved everything below my head as I knew I’d be getting laid. Well, I definitely hoped I would.
I put on jeans, a tee, and a sweatshirt, and drove to the store and parked in the lot beside it — and waited. He didn't show on time, so I went into the store and bought two roast beef subs, a bag of chips, and two microbrew beers. Walking back outside, I saw him astride his bike.
I said I had an idea and got some weed from my car and then put my stuff in his saddlebags. “Let’s go to Dogtown,” I said and gave him directions as he’d never been there.
After I put on a helmet, we rode Route 127 along the ocean. It was beautiful and I felt great. I wrapped my arms around him and he pointed out cool things until we reached Dogtown and parked.
“There’s a rock on the water about a half mile away and I've got us a picnic lunch,” I said.
He seemed very happy with that — but he was nervous about leaving his bike. I assured him it would be fine and, after he saw some couples hiking and a few dog walkers, he knew I was right. We began our hike and I explained the history of this beautiful place.
As well as being burly, he was tall, and he wore jeans and a leather vest over a tee shirt. We walked slowly as he asked me about the party I go to with my husband and I told him why we weren't going that night.
He said he’d been a swinger when he was married and he kind of knew my guy. After I told him more about us, he admitted he didn't care for the group my husband ran back then and felt he was a clown.
“I get where you’re coming from, “ I said, realizing he was probably not allowed into the group because his wife was a large build.
Continuing our walk, I told him I like to get to know my new friends by playing a game I do online. I ask potential suitors three questions and they must answer honestly and then they get to ask me three questions, and so on.
I asked, “Do you have kids?”
“One.”
“Why did you get divorced?”
“I cheated on her. I was a sex addict but she was bored with sex parties.”
We went a few rounds of questions until I saw a rock near an awesome new pond where I unpacked the bag and we began our lunch.
I asked him when he last got laid and he said, “Seven months ago. What about you?”
“A few days ago.”
I rolled a joint and that loosened him up. “Anal?” he asked.
“Yes. Not my favorite but I do as I'm told to please.”
Most of my answers seemed to turn him on as they were basically about how sexually submissive I was. He asked if my husband would be mad that we were together.
“Yes, he would,” I said, “but we have a don't ask, don't tell policy.”
“Right. So, will you suck my cock if I ask?”
“Ask?” I said. “Or tell?”
He grinned and said, “Come here, pull my cock out and suck it.”
I took a drag of the joint, handed it to him, and knelt to unbuckle and unbutton his jeans before pulling down the zipper. I reached in and drew his fat cock out of his boxers. The big white head looked happy to be free and in the sunshine.
I brought my tongue and mouth to the helmet and began sucking it to the back of my mouth. Knowing there was much more still in his jeans, I tried to pull it out but a large hand went to the back of my head and pushed it down so that I got as much as I could into my mouth.
It grew… and grew, and grew, until it was rock hard and I tasted his pre-cum. He helped me lower his jeans some more and I wondered if any hikers or dog walkers would see us. But I didn't have the power to move my head as he pushed it down till I gagged a little. It was about nine inches long, very thick, and throbbing in my mouth.
He kept talking as I sucked faster and he rocked my head up and down. My pussy was wet but he suddenly held my head still while he bucked his hips and began to groan, saying, “Yes, yes, yes… now swallow it all."
He unloaded into my mouth and I almost choked as it flooded my throat. It was a truly massive thick load and a few drops escaped but I gulped the majority of it and gasped for air when my head was released from his grasp.
Out of breath, he pulled up his jeans and grunted, “That was awesome.”
We finished the smoke and headed back to the bike. I put the trash in the bin and he thanked me for lunch and the roar of the engine scared the birds as we departed. I wondered what was next as we raced down the road. The vibrations between my legs felt different as I was now super-sensitive and all I could taste was weed — and his semen.
The ride was exhilarating but I wanted him to fuck me, craved to have his huge cock pounding me. We stopped at a bar where other bikes were parked in front.
“Want a drink?” he asked and I said I didn't and he waved at another biker and we got back on the road.
When we turned into a driveway, he said it was his house. I was happy as I knew he wanted to have sex. I handed him my helmet and we walked into his home. It was definitely a single guy’s pad. For a guy in his fifties, he didn't keep the place as clean as he should but he poured two shots of Jack and we slugged it down.
“Come on,” he said, leading me toward the bedroom, but I asked to use the bathroom. I needed to pee.
When I got to the bedroom, he was stripped to his boxers. He really was a large guy and he shoved me back onto the bed and helped me out of my jeans. He raised my legs as high as they could go and then dove right in. His goatee beard felt odd as he began hungrily licking my pussy like a fat guy with a bowl of ice cream. It wasn't the best oral experience — but when he inserted a fat finger and kept adding fingers I got soaked. I pulled off my shirt and watched him lick and suck on my clit, making me even soggier.
“Fuck me,” I muttered and he stood up, walked to a desk and put on a cock ring which made his cock swell enormously. He squirted lube on it and again raised my legs, slapping his glistening head against my ultra-sensitive clit.
Pulling me to the edge of the bed, he shoved the head in and I gasped at the massive intrusion.
“You want my big cock, don't you?” he growled.
“Yes,” I shouted, “yes, yes.”
“You’re just tired of your husband’s small cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes… fuck me.”
And, at that moment, he went in deep and I gasped as it felt so good, stretching me out.
“I love to fuck,” he said and showed me no mercy, raising my legs to open me up while he thrust hard and deep. He then lay on top but still kept my legs up as he went in as far as he could manage.
I needed to cum, really needed to release, and he told me to kneel at the end of the bed. He slid in doggy — and I yelled loudly as I instantly came. He slapped my ass and slammed against it, shoving his huge cock into my sodden depths.
“You love my cock, don’t you, Lindsay? You know you love it, don’t you?”
I started saying, “Yes, yes, oh yes,” and I came again.
He was struggling for breath and asked me to ride him. I willingly obliged, climbing above him and taking his cock all the way. I was getting sore but I ground on his giant dick and rode him as hard as I could.
“I love your big cock,” I gasped as he grunted and filled me with another fantastic load.
I told him I wasn't protected but I was far from fertile. He grinned and said, “If you get pregnant I'd want to marry you.” Then he laughed loudly as I felt his load dripping out of me. I love that feeling because it’s a huge rule breaker and I told him that.
All things must come to an end. It was nearly dinner time and I had to get back. So I dressed and he said, “Take that cum back to your husband.”
I shook my head. “He can’t know,” I said and he dressed before taking me back to the store a few miles from his house. I held on to him tightly as he drove me to my car.
He said he’d had a great time and kissed me goodnight.
“Maybe we can do it again,” I said, aware of my sore pussy as I sat in my car.
Nobody was home and it gave me time to shower. I felt great — and why not? I really like motorcycles; the weather, the food, the weed, and especially that huge cock, made my day.
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