Mary was breathing hard. Her breasts were heaving. A smooth sheen of sweat coated her silky skin as she worked her arm faster. "Ahh, that's good, almost there. Yes, yes, yes, I'm almost there. I'm done." Mary put the toilet brush away. She did the weekly cleaning every Monday. Mary has been a housewife for 20 years but 5 years ago she got a job to help put our kids through college.
Laconia bike week is an annual event in New Hampshire similar to Daytona or Sturbridge. About a hundred thousand bikers descend on the lakes region of New Hampshire to ride, hang out at the lake, go to events and swamp all the local businesses. They call it bike week but the real action happens on Father's Day weekend when most people actually get here. This coincides with the bike races at New Hampshire International Speedway just a few miles away.
Mary works at Walgreens just a few miles from our home. It's not in Laconia but is at the exit where nearly all the traffic to the lakes gets off the highway. All summer long is very busy, with weekends being super busy. The holiday weekends and bike week are the busiest of all. But nothing else is as entertaining as bike week.
Every year Mary comes home from work telling me stories about all the crazy things she saw that day. I work in the opposite direction and don't own a bike so I miss everything. I also avoid that exit in the summertime. The stories she has come home with never fail to entertain me. Women often ride through town topless and people get arrested, that sort of stuff.
One thing I have been thinking about a lot this year as bike week approaches is that Mary gets asked out regularly by bikers. She says some are fat, dirty, old guys but some are very nice looking men. I have started fantasizing about her going out with one of these strangers. Every time it pops into my head I get a full on erection. Our sex life is what I would call normal but could use some spice.
Several weeks out from bike week I started planting the seed in Mary's head. "Are you thinking of picking up one of those bikers this year? Cause I think you should." I said it with a chuckle just feeling her out for now.
Rose said, "Why? Are you becoming one of those pervs that wants to see his wife with another man?"
Wow, I couldn't believe how quickly she caught on to my plan. Now what, I'll try honesty I guess. "Actually, that would be very hot." Mary is 41 years old but she is still hot. She has dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. Her body is lean and tight with long sleak legs and pert c-cup breasts. "Are you up for doing that?" I said with a huge smile.
"No, I'm not going to cheat on you, you fucking idiot! What would the boys think anyway?" We have two fantastic grown boys who live nearby. Mary did all the work and I am proud of her for how they turned out.
I had to convince her this was a good idea or my dream would fizzle out. "Honey, this would be a hall pass. You wouldn't be cheating. You deserve a chance to have a little fun fling after everything you've done for me and the boys. Besides, it IS a fantasy of mine. You'd be doing it for me as much as you. Consider it my Father's Day gift."
"That would be convenient since I have no idea what to get you," she smirked. "I can't believe this is what you want. I'm sorry honey but I don't think I could ever do that."
It was slipping away. "Will you at least think about it for a while?"
Mary looked in my eyes and saw my need. "Ok, I will ponder it, but don't get your hopes up, it probably won't happen."
Thank God, I can still work on her for a couple weeks. The days ticked by quickly like they always do when you work. Every once in a while she would catch me daydreaming while I was looking at her. She knew exactly what I was thinking about and she would give me a dirty look. I would smile back at her like a dork.
The day before bike week started was a Sunday. I had to nail her down on an answer soon. "Soooo, have you given my proposal any more thought?" I waited with bated breath.
"You're thinking I might become your slutty wife still? I don't know, I mean some of those guys are just smelly, dirty, tubby old men. There's one I remember that was actually very attractive though." She gazed into nothingness obviously recalling something.
" What? Who is it? Did he hit on you and now you remember how hot he was?" I must have looked pretty desparate cause I felt the last straw of hope within my grasp.
"Yes, actually he is hot and very nice. He's come in the last few years on Friday, and he talks to me for a bit then always asks me out. I always feel bad turning him down since he's such a nice guy."
I knew it, fucking nailed it. This was my chance!! "That's it honey, let him take you out, pleeeaassee!!!"
"That would be the guy IF I agreed to do anything but I'm still pretty sure I won't be doing it. First of all, don't you think it's dangerous?" It almost seemed like she was testing some of the roadblocks trying to make it ok.
"Ok, so you take a picture of his driver's license and one of him. Get an address where he's staying. Send it all to me, it's no more dangerous than a date that any woman goes on. I can even track your phone so I know where you are."
Mary was thinking. I hoped she was thinking about how sweet his ass looked.
"Your Father's Day present is that I will wait to see if my 'boyfriend' shows up. IF he shows AND he asks me out, I promise to think about POSSIBLY going to dinner with him. That's all. Deal?"
"Babe, it's a start. I will take it. Thank you for the present. At least I will have five days to fantasize about it." That night Mary and I had some crazy sex. I goaded her on with a role play about her and the biker, she ate it up. I was liking my chances this weekend.
Friday morning finally came. I had subtly stayed away from sex with Mary for the rest of the week hoping to get her horny. This morning was my last chance to try to get her primed. I gave her a big hug and ground my hard cock into her. She smiled wryly. I tweaked her nipples before she got dressed. "What the fuck are you doing? I can't go to work horny. Oh wait, I get it now. You are one smooth shithead."
"I think you should bring a change of clothes to wear to dinner, just in case," I said. She smiled at me. I'm pretty sure she pitied me by now. She agreed to bring a change of clothes but it seemed like she was just doing it to tease me some more. I kissed her goodbye and told her that I had called out of work today. I wouldn't have been able to get anything done anyway.
I made myself a nice breakfast and relaxed around the house with my friend Woody. A couple hours later I went down to Mary's work with flowers. The card on the flowers said, "I hope you have a wonderful night." Her coworkers were jealous but also giddy for her. When I gave her a kiss goodbye I slipped a condum in her hand with a smile. She feigned anger but thought it was funny and gave me a swat on the ass. "Make sure you let me know when he stops in, and keep me up to date, OK?"
Mary blushed and gave me a peck on the cheek. "I will Babe. You REALLY want this to happen, don't you. I'm getting so nervous now cause I really want to give you a nice present but I just can't do it."
"I'm sorry honey. I know I'm putting a lot of pressure on you. I was wrong to do that. It's alright if you don't want to do it. I was being a selfish jerk. Just get me a new chainsaw for Father's Day, the one I showed you." I felt bad because I couldn't help looking disappointed.
Mary had to get back to work. She gave me a kiss and as she walked away she said, "We'll see, I love you."
I went home to stew. I tried working around the house but couldn't keep my mind off of Mary. I nearly cut my finger off with a circular saw so I decided to watch TV. By 3 o'clock I was getting very fidgety so I decided to text her. I know she isn't allowed to carry her phone so an answer wouldn't come until she had a break.
Me:
Has your boyfriend been in yet?
I knew I'd have to wait but an hour later she still hadn't responded. Then finally a ding.
Mary:
Sorry babe I was too busy for a break. I'm texting now to let you know he just showed up.
Me:
And?
Mary:
and he asked me out, per usual
Me:
and your answer was?
Mary:
I was off at 4 so we talked a little and I told him I was married. He said he understood but would like company for dinner and liked talking to me. So I told him I would ask you if I could go over to Applebees for dinner. He's waiting outside for my answer
Me:
You aleady know my answer. It seems pretty innocent. Don't forget the pictures. Do you want me to come sit in the parking lot?
Mary:
Ok, I guess I'll go. I know it's not much of a present but I'll still get you the chainsaw. You don't have to come down. I feel pretty safe around him.
Me:
Ok babe, have fun and send me a picture of you as well.
I was disappointed that she fessed up that she was married and that it looked like dinner was going to be all. My phone dinged with her text and three attachments. I opened the first photo. It was his Mass driver's license, Robert Hatcher. Good looking guy. I opened the second photo. It was him outside of Walgreens. My jaw dropped, he really is sexy and that's coming from a heterosexual male. He must be 6' 2" or so and built. He looks to be about 35. He is well groomed with a trimmed beard, brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Fuck, I think I'd do him. He was standing next to a Harley wearing a white t-shirt under a leather Harley jacket. Being the heterosexual that I am, the last thing I noticed was the long thick banana in the pocket of his jeans. I forgot what the third photo was supposed to be. When I opened it I almost choked. The outfit that Mary changed into was not what I expected. In her defense she would fit right in with the biker crowd and make any man standing next to her very proud. She wore a stretchy tight cotton button down shirt and anyone could tell no bra. Her nipples were outlined even without being erect. She had two buttons undone to show some cleavage. Black boots with 2 inch heels and tight jeans with designer rips on each thigh. What drew my eye was the several inches of bare tummy between the shirt and pants. Mmm, Mmm.
Me:
Wow, you look fucking hot
Mary:
TY I'm leaving now. I'll text you after dinner to let you know I'll be home soon.
Two hours later I was getting concerned.
Me:
How's it going?
Mary:
Fuck! I'm sorry. I didn't realize the time. We talked a lot. Then the bar was getting rowdy so we decided to have another drink in there.
I decided to call her direct. When she answered it was too loud to hear so she went outside. She told me that Bob was an ex-marine and served in Afghanistan. He has trouble with relationships due to his PTSD. I immediately became nervous, "I think you should come home then, this guy scares me."
Mary got a little defensive, "Wayne Aaron Foles! I am not turning my back on a person that fought for our country and is paying a heavy price. He asked me if I would come to the camp he's renting to meet his friends. He said they're really nice and I would like them. He said I remind him of his wife."
"What the fuck, he's married?" I said. Now I KNOW she needed to come home.
"Babe, she died 5 years ago. He said he always felt better with her around but since she died he has contemplated suicide often. He said I have the same effect on him. I want to go to the camp, pleeeaaase!"
"If you feel comfortable enough with him I will trust your judgment but I need an address, ok? And I want updates frequently." I had severe mixed emotions about this.
"Ok, I'll text you the address, I love you."
She hung up and a couple minutes later I received the text with a VRBO link for the cabin. It was on Lake Winnisquam about 15 minutes from our house.
10 minutes later I got a text with an attachment.
Mary:
I made it here, btw I forgot to tell you. Bob and I talked about your little kink. He REALLY likes the idea too. But I told him I had already nixed the idea.
I opened the attachment which was a photo taken by someone else. It was Bob with his arm around Mary's waist. They each had a beer in their hand and were smiling widely. They made a very attractive couple. In fact my cock got instantly hard thinking about them naked in each others arms.
Me:
TY, have fun, be careful, and text me often.
Mary:
I will honey, I love you
