I don't know how it happened, but it did—quite a fucking surprise. Sex in the graveyard! Hell Yea, that's right—down and dirty with the dead! Not in my wildest dreams was I expecting what was coming! I'll tell you how it all started!
My wife and I was stuck in a rut. That's when I bought the Harley. After being told no by her about a hundred times, I did it anyway! Best thing I've ever done in my life! I did however make it easy for her to ride bitch, I put a trike kit on it. The first time she got on it we didn't make it far, barely a 100 foot before she was screaming to get off!
Rewind a bit, it wasn't my first rodeo at getting her on a bike! A year before I had an old sportster, she did the same damn thing then, only this time she saw the look of disappointment on my face, I wasn't falling for her fear again!.
She got off and I rode back to the house. I was steaming hot, I just spent a pile of money and put a trike kit on it so she could ride, and it was the same thing all over again! She knew I was mad, I made a pussy out of me and my bike with training wheels and she still wouldn't ride.
She walked right passed me, went in the house and got a Xanax from the stash. An hour later we were on the road and she took to the bike like a fish in water! It took a couple of weeks, but we rode it like we stole it from then on!
Anyway, back to the story, we hadn't had the Harley long and she loved to ride! That is after she got over her fear-nothing a Xanax couldn't cure!
The rides brought with them a new sense of adventure. Something that had taken a pardon from our life as of late. We were stuck in my mom's house, a Cracker box to put it in the best light possible. No privacy what so ever. Use to be our sex life was wild and loud, not anymore. Sex was reduced to a quiet roll over-when we had sex at all!
She changed! She went from not interested to couldn't keep her hands off of me. She was turned on; maybe it was the vibration of the Harley... Maybe it was the way she viewed me, she treated me like a man now. My Harley made a man out of me in her eyes, even with a trike kit on it!
She always wanted to go for a ride, anywhere! I don't remember if it was me or her that suggested we check out graveyards. Whoever, it was a great idea. We would stop by the graveyards during the day for a picnic and late at night on the way home from a long ride or night out! It started out slow but soon we were fearless, even in the bright of day! We would bring a sheet to lie on the ground amongst the tombstones. Her pants always dropped! As did mine! I took great pleasure in her willingness to bring an erotic adventure to our rides!
Something I notice about her—she really got wet! No lubricant needed! Bent over in the graveyard, her pussy dripping wet—damn, I was privileged! I slide right in her tight hole and fucked her hard! Her pussy was available for my taking, anytime! And she is an exceptional fuck!
I loved all the graveyard sex, every time she bent over her ass-hole would wink at me almost as if she was begging me to stick it in-believe me when I say, I was getting a strong urge to fuck her in the ass- I was dying to stick my dick in her dark hole! God, I got a raging hard-on every time I thought about sliding my dick between her butt cheeks, and penetrating her tight asshole! Maybe one day I would get the nerve up to attempt it!
With her ass in the air grinding her hips, her generously proportioned derrière bent over and paying tribute to her plump, wet, womanly treasures, mesmerizing me to step up and plunder her bountiful wetness. Without hesitation my hard cock throbs uncontrollably, then I stabbed her soaked pussy over and over! I stabbed her pussy as many times as possible, in a frantic fury!
