Sitting in her car, Chrissy looked at the row of Harleys in front of the biker bar and wondered if this was such a good idea after all. But she knew this was not the time to hesitate, and the opportunity might not come again for a long time.
"Fuck it!" she said out loud, "I need this!"
Determined now, she parked her car around the back of roadhouse and walked in.
Chrissy Easton is a beautiful, married 30-year old woman. Not only is her face lovely, but her body can turn heads. Although she's been married for four years, she has never lost her craving for new men. Before she was married she was always ready for some hot, nasty sex. Starting in college with men, she went on to do threesomes, even girls - she tried it all before she graduated. After college she continued her lusty ways, even banging three guys at once. She was twenty-six and thinking about settling down when she met Jack. They hit it off really well. The sex was great and he was very sweet to her. Jack was making a pretty decent living as a lawyer who represents small businesses, so why not give marriage a try? Wisely, she had kept him in the dark about her past. Jack thought she was a sweet innocent girl who, although she may not have been a virgin when they met, was fairly limited in her sexual experiences. She held back some of her nastier bedroom tricks for fear he might wonder where she had learned them. For example, she has never let him cum in her mouth and she has told him she won't do anal. But what they do is very hot, and he considers himself a lucky man. When she and Jack are fucking she likes to wear stiletto heels, a garter belt and stockings. He loves the way she looks in these outfits, and added to the fact that she gives great head, he thinks she's pretty wild in bed. Jack regards her as a real trophy.
For the last four years Chrissy has worked as an office manager and remained faithful to Jack, resisting her cravings for wild sex. Sometimes when she's home alone she masturbates with a vibrator and fantasizes about the kind of hot scenes she used to be into. But her desires have continued, and for the last few months she has found that she is unable to stop thinking about nasty fucking all the time.
When Jack had to go out of town for a week on a business trip, she became consumed with the idea that the only way to save her marriage was just to satisfy her needs and stop obsessing. She fought the urge for a couple of days, but it was no use.
Once she made her decision, she took her time preparing, even taking a mirror into the shower and shaving off her pubic hair. She hadn't shaved her pussy since marrying Jack, and she wasn't sure what he'd say when he saw. She could always tell him she got the urge to do something kind of kinky, which is actually true. And wild sex is so much neater without hair. Then she put on heavy makeup, false eyelashes and her best slutty outfit and went looking for a biker bar far enough away that she wouldn't run into anyone who might be recognize her.
Chrissy walked into the biker bar called "The Road Rash" and looked around. Now that she had made the decision to go on a brazen cock hunt, this was as good a place as any to get the kind of rough, hard man she was looking for. Dangerous-looking men around the room stared at her. She was dressed in a slutty stockings-and-heels outfit she has worn for her husband. Her form-fitting blouse was made of completely see-through fishnet material. Under it she was wearing a half-bra that supported the undersides of her large breasts but left the top half exposed. The bra just barely covered her long nipples, and pink half-moons of aureole showed above the lace edge of the half-cups. Her black micro skirt was stretched tight across her ass and had a slit up the side that ran almost to her waist. The bottom of the skirt ended several inches above the tops of her sheer, glossy black stockings with dark seams. The straps of her black garter belt attached to the bands with silvery metal clasps. She wore black patent platform sandals with 5-inch heels and ankle straps, and the shoes forced her to walk on tiptoes with tiny steps. Just dressing up like this made her pussy wet. As she strolled over to the bar, the rounded bare bottoms of her ass cheeks kept appearing below the skirt, naked because she was wearing a tiny thong. Her shoulder length black hair was teased out, and was a striking contrast to her light blue eyes. The whole look screamed 'I want cock and I want it now', which is why Jack loves it. As she slid onto a leather-topped bar stool and crossed her legs the skirt moved even higher, and the side slit showed the garter straps and her thigh almost up to her hip.
Within a minute a big man who looked like an outlaw biker walked over. He wore tight jeans, boots and a black tee shirt with a Harley logo. He was also openly smoking a joint.
"I hope you know what you're doing, you walk in here looking like that."
"Why, whatever do you mean?" she replied coyly.
"You know what I mean, slut. Dressed like that!"
She cocked her head and pouted.
"Don't you like my outfit? These are very special stockings, hard to find with old-fashioned seams like this."
She extended one long beautiful leg straight out, pointing her foot in the spiked heels. She bent from the waist and wrapped her long fingers around her slender ankle, slowly running her hands up the shiny black stockings to where they attached to the garter clasps at the tops of her thighs. Her long red fingertips toyed with the clasp, opening it to adjust her stocking welt and then reclipping it. He was staring at her tits, and she looked down to see that the long, hard nipple of her right breast had slipped out of the bra cup.
"Oh, my. Look at that. I seem to be coming out of my bra! Well, we want them to match, don't we?" she said as she gave a little tug to the left side, causing the stiff eraser-like nub to pop out of that cup. "There, now they match!" she said with determination, as if she had accomplished something important.
"Around here, most sluts wear rings in them," he said as he nodded at her luscious mammaries.
"Well then maybe I ought to get them pierced. What do you think?" She seemed to have no objection to being called a slut.
"Maybe I can help you out."
"Let me get back to you on that," she giggled. "Anyway, to answer your first question, I guess I do know what I'm doing coming in here dressed like this. Let me have a hit of that joint, then how about buying me a drink?"
"All right, what do you want?" he asked as he gestured to the bartender to come over.
"Well, what are you having?" as she blew out the pungent smoke.
"Double bourbon with a beer back", he said, answering her question and giving his order to the bartender at the same time.
