It was early Saturday morning... At the suggestion of my wife Sara, I took the opportunity to do a little yardwork before the sun got too hot. I heard a voice calling my name and reluctantly looked around. I really didn't want to chat with the neighbors... I wanted to get some work done.
As I scanned the neighborhood, I spotted Terri. She was waving her arm. Then using both hands as a megaphone, she yelled, "Stop by when you get a chance. Need to talk to you."
Terri, and her significant other Deke, had moved into the neighborhood about two years ago. The "Bikers", as some neighbors referred to them, lived around the corner and a few houses down. I could probably hit their front door with a well thrown rock.
Had it been anyone else interrupting me, I probably would have postponed the request for another time. But I couldn't say no to Terri. Although she is quite rough around the edges, she is as sweet as sugar and has a big heart. The saying, "Never judge a book by its cover", certainly applies to Terri.
Whenever I did spot Terri or Deke out in their front yard, they were usually polishing or tinkering with their Harley. Today was no different. They kept that "Hog" in good shape. Riding a Harley was one thing that I did have in common with Terri and Deke... Albeit, they were hardcore bikers, while Sara and I, certainly were not.
I dropped my work gloves and walked over to see what Terri needed. The yardwork could wait... She was a lot nicer to look at than my weeds.
Terri was 5' 6'' and shapely. I'm guessing about 125 lbs. Her streaky blond hair, which hung over her breasts, never seemed to look perfectly in place. During the summer she was usually clad in a tank top and short shorts, which did a nice job showing off her ample breasts and gorgeous ass.
She displayed a number of tattoos from her shoulders to her ankles, but I was guessing she had a few more in places I could only fantasize about. My indecent thoughts about Terri gave me more than a one "Stiffy" over the past couple of years, but I certainly kept that a secret. She was "one hot biker babe"!
"Morning Terri. How's the world's sexiest biker?" I kidded.
Terri walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist for a big squeeze. Her soft Ta-Tas were pressed against my chest. A small peck on my cheek and then she let me go. "Mm, you are such a stud!... Sara doesn't deserve you," she teased.
Whether I was with Sara or not, this was typical of the way Terri greeted either of us, or most anyone else she knew. Always a hug, and she always made life feel better when you were around her.
"Thanks for stopping by," Terri continued, "I wanted to give you and Sara a heads-up... Saturday, the 25th, that's two weeks from today, is my birthday."
Pointing a finger at me, Terri went on, "I remember hearing some lame excuse last year when you two didn't make it to my party... Now listen," Terri said more sternly, but still with a smile, "This invitation is not a request... this year, you will both be here!"
"Well," I began to reply, "I'll talk to Sara and,".......
"No," Terri interrupted, "I'll give Miss prim and proper a call, and If I need to, I'll go over there and pinch her nipples until she submits! I'll even find something appropriate for her to wear. Sheesh, she's such a prude." "Tell me," Terri teased, "did she EVER give you a blow job?"
"Miss prim and proper" was a slightly mocking reference to my wife Sara, and Terri's way of being playful.
Sara wasn't immediately smitten with Terri's extraverted personality when her and Deke first moved into the neighborhood. Things were always cordial, but she didn't instantly hit it off with Terri or Deke the way I did. Sara might have been a bit intimidated by Terri's more assertive and outgoing nature... But that has significantly changed over the last two years!
Maybe it was because Sara and Terri were so different to begin with. Terri had a sexy persona that read like a billboard. While my Sara, who was every bit as sexy, was more reserved and tried to hide her sexual prowess like it was some kind of secret... That was impossible!
At twenty-eight, Sara was a couple of years younger than me, and she looked even younger. She was 5' 5'' and never quite hit 120 lbs. Her red hair went over her shoulders and just to the top of her breasts. And yes, she was a natural redhead, which complimented her beautiful hazel eyes. Her B-cup breasts were firm and fit her body attractively. Her longer legs led to a perfect ass, and she kept the total package lean and in shape.
I met Sara during her last year at college. She had a prior boyfriend or two but had only done some light petting. She was rather conservative. It took six months of dating,... but I was the first to tap her tender pussy. A year later we were married.
Anyway, it was evident that Sara and Terri had a bond that was growing stronger every day. It was also substantially noticeable that more of Terri had "rubbed off" on Sara, than the other way around. And I was reaping the rewards!
It's not that our sex life was ever terrible, but at best it was tame, and often it was just bland. Not too different from Sara's nature at that time, or even the way she had dressed.
But all that had changed and was changing more each day. Largely due to the influence of Terri, and even Deke. Sara started to surprise me and occasionally even shock me with the things she would say and do, especially in the bedroom. And I guess my agreeable reaction added fuel to her newly found fire.
Our intimacy overall became more open and honest. We even began to share fantasies, and it wasn't long before she was pushing the boundaries and I felt like I was just coming along for the ride. Sometimes it made me nervous, but the sex was so sizzling, I would just push those feelings aside. I was enjoying Sara's transformation into a "hot wife".
As Terri continued to lovingly scold me for not making last year's party, Deke walked out the front door. "Hey, you two," he said, "I've been watching from the window."
Deke was about six feet tall... That was just a little taller than me. He was the more muscular, and his dark wavey, and unruly, hair added to his rugged good looks. Even sitting on my Harley, I could only be labeled as the "good-looking guy from the office" type. On the other hand, you could put a tux on Deke, and he was still unmistakably a "biker".
"That was some hug she gave you," Deke said. Then while giving me a hardy handshake, he asked, "Did she give you a Woody?"
I turned a little red but resisted the temptation to look down to see if indeed she had. I knew Deke well enough by this time to enjoy his teasing. He was almost as outgoing as Terri, and they made a great couple.
Deke turned back to Terri and continued to tease. "Hey, Babe, don't forget your promise... You promised I could watch... when you two get it on!"
Terri winked at me and now we were both a little red. We all had a laugh, and now it was Deke turn to admonish me on attending Terri's upcoming birthday party.
"Listen my brother," he stated, "I know Terri has already told you how much she would love to see you and Sara on her big day, but let me add something else for you to think over... If you don't come to the party... the party is going to come to you!"
"Hell, it wouldn't take much to change the arrangements; you're right up the street..." "That is," he added facetiously, "if you don't think Sara would mind hosting a couple dozen of our biker friends."
Deke continued to playfully razz me. "Of course, there are always a few that will overdo it and need to crash at your place for the night... I'm sure Sara wouldn't mind that," he sarcastically added with a laugh. "And I can think of one or two of my more persuasive buddies that will want to bend your hot little wife over and take care of her plumbing!... Don't worry, I can keep them in line... Unless of course you like to watch too!"
We all laughed again. "We'll be here," I said timidly. But I was trying to hide my concern about Sara and I attending a party loaded with hardcore bikers and brimming with alcohol. That was exactly the reason for our "lame excuse" last year.
Deke quickly picked-up on my lack of enthusiasm. This didn't shock me. Both Terri and Deke seemed to have the ability to read Sara and I pretty much like a book.
"Listen," Deke said, with a bit more serious tone. " Maybe there is something I need to clear up for you... You and Sara will be perfectly safe at our party...
For sure, it's going to get a little wild," he added. "Maybe it will even get a lot wild. But one thing I can tell you for sure... Nothing is going to happen to you or Sara that you don't want to happen. Just how "wild" you two get will be entirely up to you."
Then, in voice that could melt butter, Terri reinforced Deke's message.
"Don't you know, by now, how much we care for you and Sara?" She said warmly. "We would never want you to feel uncomfortable. Believe me, within 15 minutes you will feel like you have known our friends all your life. You can both freely enjoy yourselves and indulge in all the fun you can handle. But just like everyone else, you set your own limits... And they will be respected."
Then she came over and gave me another hug. "Sweetheart," she said. "The only thing you and Sara have to worry about...is me!" She laughed and added, "and I'm sure you can handle me very nicely!"
Once again, in a way only she could, Terri smoothed out the wrinkles in my life, and turned my worry into excitement. Now, I was looking forward to her birthday party. We said our goodbyes and I headed back home to my weeds.
I continued my yardwork as I thought about our relationship with Terri and Deke. The white-collar college grad couple and the quintessential bikers; it didn't make sense, but it was sure working.
I realized they were both just a bit older than Sara and me, and I'm sure had more worldly experience. But it amazed me how effectively they were able to push my buttons... And more particularly, Sara's buttons. I tried to analyze their teasing sexual remarks... I was never quite sure just how much either of them was kidding... I wasn't sure if they were feeding our fantasies or manipulating them!
The truth is that Deke hit a nerve with his provocative teasing. I had been harboring my "wife watching" fantasies for a number of years. But as much as the thoughts of watching my Sara with another man would get me hot, I wasn't sure if I ever wanted it to go beyond just a fantasy.
It was starting to get a little too warm for yardwork, so about an hour later, I called it quits. I went inside to washup at the kitchen sink. Sara was just getting off her phone. "Hey," I asked, "was that Terri on the phone?"
"No," she replied, "that was Deke... Before that, it was Terri, but she handed him the phone, and sometimes it was both of them. They must have put the phone on speaker."
I turned from the sink and noticed the flushed look on Sara's face. "Look at you," I teased. "What were you guys doing, having phone sex?"
