"You doing alright?" Flint asked with a harsh laugh.
He ashed off the cigarette and walked over to me. I was still laying on in the dirt and leaves, playing absentmindedly with the cum pooling on my body.
"Yeah..." I managed, still basking in the afterglow.
I was trying to remain there. Remain in the moment. I knew that when it faded, when I returned to reality, I'd have to deal with what I'd done. My shame would return. The Need was satiated, and it wouldn't be able to drown out the truth now. I'd cheated on my husband. I'd fucked another man, and I'd loved it.
"Was it good?" Flint asked, shooting me a look that said he knew the answer already.
"You know it was." I said, the shame building.
I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, but I fought them back. I'd made a choice, and I was going to live with it. I'd done exactly what I wanted to do, and I couldn't hide behind tears now. It wouldn't be fair to anyone involved.
"You ready to go back to the clubhouse?" He asked, crouching beside me.
"I... I don't know." I answered.
I wasn't ready to face Nick. I couldn't look at him, not after that. Not when I'd let another man cum inside me, and the rest of that man's cum was still drying on my skin. I wanted to run away. I wanted to hide. I wanted to ask Flint to take me off into the night.
"Nicky's waiting for you. The boys are too. They're setting up something really special for you at the clubhouse." He said, lighting another cigarette.
"Nick? The boys? What do you mean?" I asked, forcing myself to sit up.
He helped me to my feet and smiled. It was that predatory smile that made my knees weak. He pointed at his bike, and I walked over to it.
"Stephanie, you're never going to have to feel unfulfilled again." He started, "Nicky's going to be in the Club, and we're going to take very good care of you."
My mind was racing. The implication was clear, but I couldn't understand how Nick could possibly be okay with any of this. My Nick. My sweet, quiet husband. I couldn't imagine how this could be what he wanted. No midlife crisis, biker fantasy could be worth being cheated on. There had to be something else going on. I just didn't understand.
"You going to get on?" Flint asked impatiently.
He was already on the bike, and patting the space in front of him. I couldn't help myself, I climbed on and scooted back until I was sitting in his lap. The Need was rising again, it's vigor renewed by what Flint had said.
"You ready?" He asked, once again knowing the answer.
"Yes, Daddy." I cooed, rubbing my ass in his lap.
I could almost hear that grin of his as I said it. We rode through the night, and it felt like I was hurtling towards a new life. I could picture it clearly. Riding motorcycles all day, getting fucked senseless by big black cock all night. It was hotter any any of the fantasies from my life before. It was hotter, because it felt real.
When we reached the club, Flint pulled around to the back. We got off the bike, and he walked me to a small door.
"You go on in, Tonez has something for you to change into." He said sternly, then he slapped my ass.
I didn't ask any questions, I just did as I was told. The room through the door was small and square, with beer kegs lining the walls. A huge black biker was sitting on one of the kegs, with a large gift bag in his lap.
"Hey there, Blondie." He said, beaming.
"Hey." I replied, returning his smile. "What's in the bag?"
"The Club's throwing you and Nicky a party." He said, handing me the bag.
I could see his cock through his jeans. The outline it made pushing up under the denim made my mouth water. I'd never met this man before, but I had an incredible urge to drop to my knees and suck his cock right there. He caught me staring at it and laughed.
"Don't worry, baby-girl. You'll get plenty tonight. He said, squeezing his cock through his pants. "It's going to be a real fun party."
Inside the bag was a pair of black fishnet stockings, black high-heel boots, a black leather collar adorned with a small ring, and a long length of chain. I looked at Tonez expecting him to leave, but wanting him to stay.
"Nah, I'm not going anywhere." He laughed. "You get dressed, and I'll lead you out to the party."
I stripped slowly, doing my best to give Tonez a show. He stroked his big cock through his pants in approval. Once I had the stockings on, and the heels, he put the collar around my neck. It felt good. I loved the tightness and the feeling of leather on my skin. Then he attached the chain to it and gave it a light tug. I stumbled forward but caught my balance. Tonez laughed and opened the interior door. He walked through, holding the leash and I followed excitedly.
There were a dozen black men standing in the room, including Tonez and Flint. Nick was there too, but I couldn't believe what he was wearing. My husband. My nerdy, accountant husband, was dressed in a French Maid uniform, feather duster and all.
"Nick?" I asked, suddenly feeling the shame rise again.
"Hey, Steph!" He said cheerily, waving at me.
One of the bikers slapped Nick on the ass, hard enough for the sound to echo in the room.
"Do you answer to Nick here?" He asked, glaring at my husband.
Nick blushed and rubbed his ass.
"No sir..." He said, smiling and glancing at me.
"Steph, meet your Cuck. Say hi, Nicky." Flint said, staring daggers at my husband.
"Hi Mistress!" Nick said, beaming.
This was all too weird. I wasn't prepared for this. I knew Flint had said that Nick was on board with everything, but I didn't know what that meant really. I thought about turning and bolting for the door, I didn't know how to process seeing my husband like this, but something held me there. Something in Nick's eyes made me stay.
"Show her your cage, Nicky." Another one of the black men said, grinning.
Nick did as he was told, and lifted the skirt of his uniform. His little pink cock was in a plastic trap, keeping it from getting hard. There was a small lock hanging from the bottom of it. Tonez stepped close to me hand placed a small key in my hand.
"You can let him out of the cage, but only after the festivities are over." Tonez said, closing my hand around the key.
"Tell her the rules, Nicky." The one Flint had called Buck said, shoving my husband forward into the middle of the room.
"In the club, I only answer to Nicky." Nick started, putting on a slight falsetto seemingly unconsciously and swaying so that the apron swung back and forth. "I clean the clubhouse, balance the books and cook the meals. I do as I'm told, and I serve my betters. In return, I get to be a part of the Club! I only speak when spoken to, I never make demands, and if I'm really good, I get to watch."
"Watch?" I asked, despite knowing exactly what he meant.
"Yes Ma'am, but I'm only allowed to cum after everyone else does. And only if you give me permission." He said, grinning ear to ear.
I was overwhelmed, partially by the "Nicky" situation, but also with the twelve burly black bikers standing around me. I didn't know how to respond, or what to do. Luckily, Flint broke the silence.
"Nicky, shut the fuck up. We're going to fuck your wife now. Go sit in your corner." He growled.
Nick practically skipped over to the corner of the room and plopped down on a little stool. Tonez led me to Flint, who took the leash and pulled it tight.
"All fours, Slut." He growled.