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We'd been married for almost 22 years and our 2 girls were now 17 and 18 and pretty much had their own lives. This left my husband Kyle and I with a lot of free time on weekends. I actually enjoyed a lot of quiet time at home, he liked getting out and to be with people.
One day he came home and said he wanted a motorcycle. I knew he had always wanted one since he'd had one when we met. When we had children I'd convinced him to get rid of it. I was afraid he'd get hurt and I wanted my kids to have a father. Now, at 43 I felt he deserved one. He was a loving guy and had always been good to me, why not.
Part of the fun of having a bike is having people to ride with. Kyle joined a local riding group. Not a biker club. A group of suburbanites, like him, who liked to ride.
I had thought that that it would be a guy thing but after a while Kyle started asking me to go with him on rides. I told him I did not want to interfere with his guy time. He explained that at least ½ the guys rode with their wives or girl friends and there were women who rode their own bikes.
What the hell, I thought. I could try it and if I didn't like it say no the next time.
The next weekend the group had a ride and I decided to go. I was pleased to see that out of 23 people at least 10 were women. They were extremely friendly and welcoming.
The group had ride leaders. These guys were chosen by the group because of their experience. The first one I met was Grayson. Everyone called him Gray.. I later learned that he was the most experienced leader. As the leader I obviously paid more attention to him. He was bigger than Kyle. Kyle is about 5'7 and at 200 lbs a little chubby. Gray was 55 although he looked younger. He was 5'11", had a big chest and shoulders obviously made to look bigger by the leather jacket he was wearing. He weighed about 220. He was not thin, but heavy in a way that made him look solid, not fat.
On this ride he did a small safety briefing, outlined the route, and we were off. It was obvious from the way he led the ride that he was in control of the group I felt safe and I appreciated it.
At lunch he made an effort to sit with Kyle and I. He introduced us to others and kept us involved in the conversation and made me feel part of the group. He was obviously very intelligent and well educated. I liked him and realized that the group liked and respected him.
I went on more rides with Kyle. I was enjoying getting out, the fresh air, and socializing. It was a fun way to spend a day. Gray led about 2 rides a month. He rode with the group maybe 4 times a month. His passion was riding. He rode almost every weekend. In talking with him I found out he rode almost every day and took his bike more often than his car.
His wife would ride with him. She was a pretty dark haired woman about ½ his size. She worked every other weekend so we only saw her about once a month. She was outgoing and sweet. Everyone liked her.
As we rode more I found out Gray was a huge flirt. He flirted with everyone. You could even call the way he talked to the men flirting. I noticed it was called friendly with men and flirting with women. To me he seemed to treat both the same. He would make jokes on the verge of inappropriate, but, because he was so nice, people found it funny and no one freaked out.
People would often ask his wife how she put up with him. She'd just answer, "I think he's funny." I noticed that the women would laugh at his jokes and attention. Sometimes blushing, but never pulling away. They seemed to appreciate his attention.
I found myself doing the same. I would flirt back. He'd make a sexual innuendo, I'd laugh and say, "you wish."
His flirting was a joke among everyone, including his wife. One time a group member had a friend meet him for dinner with the group. After dinner the friend's wife was pissed. It seems she was angry at her husband for flirting with the waitress.
She turned to Gray's wife and said, "wouldn't you be angry if your husband flirted with the waitress in front of you."
The group standing around kind of let out a giggle. Gray's wife just replied, "Have you met my husband?"
Gray would often show up with other women on the back of his bike. It was uncommon for most men to ride with someone other than their wife or girlfriend. Riding together was considered kind of intimate, but Gray had a number of different women he would show up with. Many were extremely attractive. They ranged from late 20s to somewhere in their 40s. There were about 10 regulars. I know I would have felt jealous if they were riding with Kyle.
When the subject was brought up to Gray's wife or the women he rode with they would all say that his passengers were on a 'wife approved' list.
People in the group would vie for Gray's attention. The men would often save him a seat at lunch. There was always a woman sitting on one side of him, often 2. I enjoyed his company and I admit, sometimes felt left out if he was flirting with someone else and not me. I did notice Gray flirted with the more attractive ones a bit more. I think I fell into that category.
At 43 I was in pretty good shape. 5''5", 130, natural red hair to my shoulders. I hit the gym 2-3 times a week and was proud that I could still rock a bikini.
Kyle was one of those people that wanted his attention. He was excited when Gray talked to him, or to me, for that matter. He would make an effort to be in the group Gray was talking to or make sure either he, or I, were sitting near him at lunch.
Gray was often a topic of conversation at home. Something he said, some story he told, even political discussions at home involved Gray's opinion. Even our girls knew who Gray was. They'd met him at group functions and liked him.
About 6 months after we'd met him, Kyle and I were invited to a backyard BBQ pool party at his house. We asked if people from the group were going to be there and were told no, it was another group of friends. Kyle was very excited to be going. He felt like we were being included in an inner circle. I was a little less excited as we wouldn't know anyone and there was a part of me that didn't want to be wearing a bathing suit in front of strangers who might be judging me.
The day of the party came. I put on a modest red bikini with shorts and a T shirt over it. The party was about 25 people. I recognized some of the women as Gray's riding partners. They were all in bathing suits. Mine was a bikini and it was probably the most modest. Gray's wife was wearing a little string bikini that showed off a body that should not belong to a woman in her late 40s.
We were introduced around. Within this group was another group of riding friends. They did not belong to the big group. These seemed to be more intimate friends. Gray explained that these were his buddies. With these guys he did not have to manage the others. They rode as equals not as a group being led.
We had a nice time. People were friendly. Gray would put his arm around me as he introduced me. He'd flirt with me and make comments to others and Kyle about how hot I was. I was enjoying the attention but also feeling a bit uncomfortable. In my bikini, Gray's arms around my waist were always touching bare skin. Sometimes he'd come up behind me and wrap his arms around me. His hands on my belly just above my bikini bottoms. I'd dated guys bigger than my husband before I got married. I'd forgotten how it felt to be wrapped in their arms. In my nervousness I'd look at Kyle but he seemed happy so I started to relax.
The offshoot was that Kyle and I were invited to go riding with Gray's smaller group. Kyle was thrilled. Kyle always insisted I come. He always said that Gray specifically asked for me. If I could I went. Usually it was a group of 3-5 bikes. Usually at least one other woman. Sometimes I was the only girl.
On these rides Gray would often put his arms around me and make comments to Kyle or the other guys about how hot or cuddly I am. Sometimes even passing me to one of the other guys and saying things like, "Doesn't she feel good?"
Kyle seemed to love it when they'd talk about me or compliment me. It was all in fun. I didn't mind it either.
We were again invited to a party at Gray's house. As he invited us Gray said to me, in front of Kyle, "And you can do much better than that mom thing suit you wore last time."
I laughed and said, "I'll see what I could do."
Kyle told him he knew I could. As Kyle said that I gave him a 'Really?' Look. Kyle was oblivious.
2 days before the party Kyle asked me if I'd found a new bathing suit yet.
"New?" I asked. "What's wrong with the ones I own?"
Kyle looked a little trapped, "Ummm... Nothing," he said. "It's just the woman at his parties seem to wear, umm... more flashy bathing suits. I just want us to fit in."
I was both annoyed and excited. I was annoyed that Kyle wanted to fit in so badly that he wanted me in a more revealing swimsuit. I was excited because, at 43, someone other than my husband wanted to see me in a more revealing swimsuit and I liked the idea of Gray checking me out.
I went shopping and found a little string bikini that I thought would be perfect. The bottoms tied on both sides and just covered my ass. The front dipped down below my hips. The top tied around my neck and in the back. I thought it would do nicely.
That night I had a weird dream. I woke up from it horny as hell. The only image I remember from the dream is me standing in the bikini, Gray pulling at one of the strings on my hips, with Kyle and other people watching.
It was the middle of the night when the dream woke me. I tried to wake Kyle. I was horny and wanted sex. Me waking Kyle in the middle of the night for sex hadn't happened in 15 years. He didn't wake up. I slid my hands in my pajamas and masturbated till I came then I fell back asleep.
