He Fucks Life An Alpha Male

The motorcycles surrounded us and one of them moved close, pulling up next to my wife and me. He wore a sleeveless vest and jeans with knee-high boots, sunglasses and a captain's hat and a broad and confident smile. He moved his bike next to my wife and reached out with one hand, putting his fingers behind her neck and pulling her face against his. When their lips met she didn't fight it, and their kiss lingered for nearly a minute, their tongues mingling in their open-mouthed caress. As they kissed he lifted up her short dress and put his hand on her panties, at the "V" of her garment, pulling the material aside and snaking his fingers to her bare pussy.

She let him explore her and continued kissing him as he played with her splayed lips. He continued for a few minutes, then he swung his leg over the bike and put his arm around her waist, leading her towards and sixties-style travel trailer in the lot next to us. As they walked toward the trailer her put his hand under her dress and took hold of her bottom, guiding her toward the door.

I sat stunned as she walked with him into the small travel trailer, frozen by what was happening. I stood silently as the gang of bikers chatted and joked, mostly about their leading taking my wife from me into his den. Remarks were made about my letting him do what he wanted with my lady, and I tried to ignore what was said. "You going to let him fuck her?" someone said.

I turned away and looked towards our car. I was hurt, outraged, jealous, and totally subdued as I watched her follow him into his trailer. I had watched him fondle her pussy and French kiss my wife in front of me and I said nothing. Strangely, I was somewhat aroused by the sight of him kissing her and groping her pussy. I stood looking at the door, wondering what was happening inside.

I stood there for what had to be forty minutes until the front door opened and he came out followed by Claire wearing only his sleeveless vest and nothing else. He walked past me and threw a leg over the seat of his motorcycle, then kick started the engine. Claire got up behind and, wearing only the man's vest, rode off with him, saying as she left, "We'll be back in two hours."

The others in the group fired up their engines and took off behind their leader, Leroy. When the dust settled, I stood in the dirt lot next to the trailer and watched them disappear down the road. I imagined as they rode off what she would be doing wherever they had gone. I pictured her being passed around the group, fucking one after the other as the leader of the gang offered his friends the wife of the man back at the trailer.

I stood next to the car for three hours until I heard the roar of their engines off down the road. When they got back to the dirt lot at the trailer, she got off the motorcycle and went back into the trailer and he followed. One hour later he came back out and got on his bike, started it up, and led the group off down the road.

Five minutes later she came out of the trailer, dressed once again in her short, blue dress. She came to the passenger side of our SUV and got in. "Should we go?" she asked.

We drove in silence and I have never, to this day, mentioned what she did in the trailer or on their three hour trip down the road. Since that day she went into the trailer with Leroy, when she went off with him wearing only a man's vest and nothing else, riding nearly naked on the back of a motorcycle, she has been more sexually uninhibited, more passionate, more spontaneous, more sexual interest and I have avoided asking her to talk about what she did. I am happy with what has happened to her since she went with him, since her time in the parking lot and the trailer, and I have been reluctant to bring it up. She has offered nothing, not caring to speak of it at all, so I have avoided any mention of the incident.

She let him fondle her in front of a gang of men, went with him into his trailer and most likely had sex with him, then rode off almost naked on the back of his motorcycle for a three hour sojourn to someplace and did whatever with whomever, only to return and never speak of it again.

She has become far more comfortable being nude around the house and saying and doing more sexual things in her daily life. Before that day, she rarely initiated sex, and almost never was likely to do anything kinky or unusual in bed, but now she often asks for sex and is willing to try new things and talk about sexual techniques and behaviors and what feels good and she enjoys.

Two months after her time with Leroy, she asked me how I'd feel about an open relationship, about having other people in our lives and being sexual with others. i hesitated, saying I wasn't sure and asking just what she had in mind. "Maybe trying swinging," she said. "Have you ever thought about it?" I admitted I had and we talked about the possibilities.

"I've been thinking about Joy and Bob," she said, "about asking them if they'd be interested." We talked about it for a few hours and came to the conclusion that maybe it could be fun. I never mentioned her time with Leroy, but I did agree to talk to our friends Joy and Bob about the possibly of exchanging partners.

Joy and Bob came to dinner and we chatted like we always had for a few hours, then we went to the hot tub and soaked with them for a while. "Have you guys ever considered swinging?" I asked, coming right to the point. Joy blushed and looked at Claire.

"Have you?" Joy asked.

Surprising me beyond I could believe, she then told her about her time with Leroy and Joy listened without comment. Finally, when she finished, Joy smiled and asked how she liked it. "I loved it," said my wife. "He was gentle and knew how to please a lady," she said. She went on to say that it was the most exciting thing she's ever done sexually. "I couldn't believe what I had done," she said, "but whatever he asked I was willing to do, even in front of all those other people. It was amazing, but I wanted whatever he wanted, I did whatever he asked, and I loved every single thing we did.

"I went off with the gang riding naked on Leroy's motorcycle and they shared me among the group," she said, not at all uneasy about telling them what she'd done. "I screwed maybe twenty guys that night, and I loved every inch of it. I took two and three guys at a time, and I couldn't get enough. I think you would have loved it," she told Joy.

Joy listened, then smiled and said she thought she might. "Bob doesn't know that sometimes I masturbate with a vibrator and imagine myself fucking different men." She looked over at her husband and smiled. "I know you don't know, but I'm not the shy retiring little thing you think you've married."

"So you might like to swing?" Bob asked his wife.

"I think so," she said with a shy smile. "Maybe."

"Would you like an hour with Claire's Leroy?" he asked.

"It sounds exciting," she said. "I'm not sure how she did it," she added, looking over at Claire. "It's so brave."

"Wasn't brave," Claire said modestly. "I just did what he told me to do and let him do whatever he wanted to me." She smiled up at me, a look of thanks on her face. "Maybe it was the first time in my life I gave myself over to another person without hesitation. "I never thought I'd do that, but there I was, letting a gang of bikers have their way with me."

Later that night Claire and I split up. She went with Bob into the bedroom and Joy and I left in our car. We were going back to their house, where it was agreed we'd consummate our switch. I was amazed at how comfortable Claire was to be with another man, even after her time with Leroy in the desert. She was a completely changed woman, sexually liberated, and she seemed relaxed and natural at the thought of swapping with Bob and Joy. She even joked about fucking another woman's husband as they went off to the other room.

After Joy and I had finished, we came back to our place and went to our backyard, where we stood outside our bedroom window and listened to them inside.

We chuckled as we listened to Claire and Bob make love, and we left them to finish, spending the hour waiting in the living room.

When they came out I asked how it had gone. "Wonderfully," Claire said, taking Bob by the arm, her face holding a smile as wide as Alaska. "How was my husband?" Claire asked Joy.

"He was great," she said with a wide grin. "Really great."

We talked about finishing the night at the other person's house, considering not ending at that time, but we decided to let that be at another time. "We don't have to end this here," Bob said. "We certainly can do this again. In fact, I hope we do," he said.

Each of our wives spent some time with the other woman's husband before we split up, and Bob and Claire made out on the porch for nearly an hour.

"Fucking another woman's man is pretty nice," Claire said when we got into the car.

"You like tonight?" I asked.

"I did," she replied. "Really did. He fucks like an Alpha Male," she added with a coy smile.