My friends wife, Suzi, whom I have wrote about on numerous occasions, regarding her sensational sex life and her fantasy like body, had recently admitted during a rather lusty conversation, a little fantasy that she has.
We were having a drink and a naughty conversation when she freely admitted she was aroused by the Hell's Angel biker types and had a penchant for the chopper trikes. She confessed that she loved the idea of being a submissive obedient biker chick, all decked out in tight leather and sitting astride her biker master as he played with her shaved pussy and erogenous breasts, as the throbbing engine pulsated through her lust crazed pussy.
She continued that it would be sensational to possibly being passed around the bike gang as the playful slut, to be used and abused accordingly.
I laughed lustily, smiling and saying if I could arrange the Chopper would she come out on the bike with me for a sexy spin, decked out in something very sexy, tight and obviously leather.
Suzi grinned mischievously and ran her taloned fingers gently across my cheek and teased.
"I'll not only come out for a ride on the chopper" she teased, emphasising the obvious innuendo "But I will be decked out in the tightest, sexiest leather, rubbing your leather clad cock as you ride me to some remote car park to be your sexy biker chick!"
Gently brushing the front of my trousers and giving my now erect cock a delicious sexy squeeze, she licked my neck sending erogenous shivers through my entire body.
James, her husband, looked over with a wicked lustful grin emblazoned across his devious kinky face, already enjoying the voyueristic charms of his outrageous exhibitionist wife.
I committed this conversation to my memory bank and put to work my sexy plan.
Suzi was unaware that a close friend of mine was the proud owner of such a vehicle, and I would cut a deal with him to loan it to me for a long weekend.
Once I'd secured the use of the Chopper, I put all of my action into plan.
Two weeks later I had the Chopper Trike in my possession.
I gave Suzi a ring and informed her that I would gladly help fulfil her biker chick fantasy and pick her up for a spin on the chopper if she wore her tight leather mini skirt, thigh length boots, tight blacktop and her soft leather jacket.
Suzi giggled loudly, repeating our conversation to her husband James and both agreed with a giggling hint of disbelief. I chose that moment to drop the bombshell that she had thirty minutes to get ready in her biker chick leathers, as I would be pulling up outside her door in exactly thirty minutes, as her Biker Master riding the Trike Chopper.
I hung up abruptly not giving Suzi or James an opportunity to change her mind.
Knowing Suzi as I do, she would be relishing the challenge and James would be excitedly encouraging her.
For my planned escapade I was wearing a pair of tight leather trousers, a black vest with a leather biker jacket covering my upper body. I was wearing a black doo rag bandana, completing my biker look. My beard was in its second week of growth, giving me a scruffy biker look, which I'm sure Suzi would approve of.
Already semi erect with sexual anticipation, I climbed on the trike and headed for Suzi.
I could picture her running around her home, excitedly getting ready for our erotic journey as James, her voyeuristic husband looked on at his slut hotwife about to fulfil one of her fantasies.
Suzi has always ensured that her partner would be sexually satisfied and always maintained that her pussy was shaved and her clothing would be skintight.
One night at her house she informed of her former swinging days where she would be the centre of attention with unto five men sometimes. I asked if she and James had ever gone dogging and she said they hadn't but it was something she always wanted to explore.
My excited anticipation was having a very noticeable effect on my straining erection.
My leather trousers were seriously bulging around the crotch as my cock was now bone hard.
As I pulled up outside her door, the engine throbbed as turned the throttle. I noticed the bedroom curtains twitch as James had a furtive glance at my mode of transport.
The front door opened as Suzi excitedly ran outside, dressed as promised, with a very sexy smile emblazoned across her made up face and climbed aboard my trike.
Suzi was wearing a very short and very tight black leather mini skirt with zips up either side.
Her long black soft leather thigh length boots were a sexual sight to behold.
Her breasts were covered by a shiny black leather waistcoat, which was straining to stay closed on the top two buttons, her ample breasts were stretching the soft black leather to its limits.
The short leather jacket she was wearing topped off her look majestically. She most certainly looked like the stereotypical biker chick.
Suzi unzipped the sides of her leather mini skirt to allow some mobility. Her delicious legs parted over the seat of the trike as I noticed in the wing mirror that Suzi wasn't wearing any underwear and her glass smooth pussy was on view to the elements. The glass smooth slit of her tight pussy was on show as she pushed her hips closer to my leather clad buttocks.
I revved the throttle sending a wonderful vibration through the soft leather seat, directly onto Suzi's shaved pussy.
Her arms swept around my waist as she moaned then giggled. I revved the throttle once more as Suzi whispered.
"Oh fuck but that feels good!" She said in a very seductive tone.
"Shall I give you some more throbbing sensations?" I smiled.
Suzi nodded her head, biting her lip lustfully as I gave the throttle three vibrant revs.
"Hang on tight!" I said as we pulled away from her front door.
Suzi gently rocked back and forth on the soft leather seat, almost fucking the leather as the trike revved gloriously on her shaved pussy.
Suzi hands clung around my waist as she pushed her enormous firm breasts into my back.
We attracted a fair bit of attention as the trike moved through the city centre with a leather clad sex kitten writhing on the back.