I would like to credit Kenji Sato for editing help. The story would never make it to post without your assistance.
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Part 3: Kathryn gets carried away on vacation.
I've led Kathryn astray with three different men so far. She has enjoyed every bit of it and wants to keep exploring. Our personal sex life has become a lot more intense over the past year, as well. I would be lying if I said I craved sex more than my wife. She was turning into an addict in the sex department.
Kathryn is five-foot-five inches tall with strawberry-blonde straight hair to the middle of her back, which she will curl for special occasions. She has these mesmerizing hazel eyes, and her chin is a little longer with more rounded cheeks. Kathryn is a little more thick than thin. She is a nice thirty-six-inch D-cup, and I love it when she shows them off.
The story...
I planned a long weekend getaway for Kathryn and me. I had arranged for the kids to stay with my parents to give us more freedom. The quaint, small, lakeside town we were visiting was a five-hour drive away and had many bars and lake-oriented activities.
We found an Airbnb a few blocks from town, but the price was outrageous. We didn't know why until we showed up and discovered it was a biker rally weekend. It wasn't one of those vast rallies, but more of a local thing.
Kathryn and I arrived late Thursday night. I was meeting a client on Friday afternoon, so we had a quick bite to eat at the bar that night. We couldn't help but notice all the tight denim, leather, and such on the ladies walking around. Kathryn talked about it as we lay in bed that night. I felt like she was developing more of an affliction to dress sexy than I was of seeing her in sexy clothes.
The next day Kathryn wanted to check out the bikes and the scene. It was hard not to notice the women again in all that leather and skimpy clothes. As a couple walked past us, I tried not to look for too long, but Kathryn couldn't take her eyes off the woman. She wore tight, black leather pants, big black heels, and a black leather bra for a top.
Kathryn pulled me to the side of a small shop. "How do you think I would look in that outfit?" she smirked, as she pretended to look at the nicknacks in the shop.
"I don't think you would wear something like that out in public, would you?" I smiled at her.
"Maybe. It's not like we know anyone up here." She took my hand and walked me back outside.
I was a bit nervous leaving my wife for a few hours alone. I wasn't stereotyping, but my wife was hot, and I'm sure she would get hit on a lot. Plus, she might want to buy some leather pants and walk around without me. I left Kathryn at the Airbnb around noon.
I had a long drive to the client's house and wasn't too familiar with the area so, of course, I got lost. I found the farm in the middle of nowhere and was an hour late. Upon my arrival, the client told me he was sorry for the confusion about locating his ranch, which happened often, and that he had another meeting to take care of, so he asked if I could wait longer.
I walked around the beautiful farm while I waited. I had come to sell irrigation equipment for decorative landscaping. Primarily, I dealt with apartment complexes, large industrial complexes, and other commercial establishments. We recently branched out into agriculture, and I was meeting with the owner of one of the largest farms in the state.
"Of course, I was late. I'm going to be out here longer than anticipated. I tried to call you, but the reception was awful out here," I texted Kathryn.
"It happens. Is the guy mad?" she texted back.
"No. He understood but had another meeting, so he had to push me back an hour. What are you doing?" I texted as I paced around the front of the house.
"Shopping," she replied.
"For some of those knickknacks? Lol," I texted back.
"No. Clothes to surprise you," she responded.
I was about to text back but I saw the assistant coming over. I was curious but worried. Many thoughts ran through my head as to what she would be buying. I figured it was probably something sexy, but was I going to be walking my wife around biker bars in a leather bra?
Just then, I got called to the meeting. It was already late, around three PM. I blocked out what Kathryn might be doing and focused on the meeting. Around five o'clock, I took a break to check on my wife.
"Sorry about not getting back. This guy is quite the talker," I texted.
"How soon 'til you get back? I'm anxious," she texted back, with a devil emoji.
"Hopefully soon. What do you have planned?" I looked around nervously to make sure no one was near me.
"I want you to pick me up in one of the bars. A dirty biker girl out looking for fun," Kathryn responded and then sent a picture of her breasts in this red leather crop-top bustier. She had it half-zipped, and her nipples were almost showing.
"I'll hurry and leave soon. I will text when I'm leaving. Text me the bar where I should meet you," I texted back, as I hurried into the house to tell the client I had to get going.
It was about seven PM when I hit the road. My plan to leave the client got squashed when he made me stay for dinner. He was a boisterous, country-type and insisted I stay to finish the deal over dinner. I had no reception in the house, so I looked at my phone when I got into my car.
I had five missed messages from Kathryn.
"When are you leaving?"
"I'm all dressed and ready to go. It is almost seven p.m."
"Seriously, Josh? Please respond."
"I walked down to this place. It is called Danny's Pool Room. You better hurry!"
"I'm playing pool with some guys. You might have competition." With another devil emoji.
"I'm on my way. Probably an hour or so. Wait for me!" I quickly texted back, as I sped away from the house.
I went to the Airbnb and parked the car. I didn't go inside. I broke out in a brisk walk-jog down to the bar. On the way down, I texted her to let her know I would be there in a few minutes. I got to the bar around eight-fifteen PM.
Bikes were parked everywhere. People were out on the road, drinking and hollering. At first glance inside, it was a vast place. It was a dive bar, but it was bustling. There was a long, maybe thirty-seat bar on one side, and maybe ten pool tables, all occupied. I studied the bar first and didn't see my wife. I walked through the tables and got some glances as I passed a few of them.
I couldn't find Kathryn anywhere. When I looked at my phone, she hadn't responded. I asked the bartender if this was the only bar. He pointed to a back door and said there was another smoking bar.
Confused, I opened the door and walked outside to another area. The pool tables were covered, but outside of them was an open pavement area. Leather stools with high-top tables were scattered around. Outside of the metal railing were more bikes. I scanned for Kathryn.
There was a small group in the back. Two tall, burly men in jeans and leather jackets were playing pool. Two ladies sat on the stools around one table as another burly man stood over one of the ladies.
Kathryn hadn't seen me yet. She was sitting on the stool before the lone man at the table. She was in tight, matte black leather pants. I watched her stand up from the stool. She was tall in the boots she wore; they had a big spike and were platforms, ones where the shoes stopped at the bottom of her knee, but laced up to the top of the boot.
One of the guys who was shooting pool handed her a cue. She gave it to the man behind her. Slowly, she removed the black leather biker jacket she had on. When she turned back to me, I could see her breasts in the tight red corset top, which exposed some of her stomach. The zipper on the front of the top was zipped up. It didn't matter; her breasts still pushed the top out.
Kathryn's shiny red gloss lipstick matched the color of the top. Even the color of her nails matched. Her smoky-black eyeshadow gave her this bad-girl look. I thought a typical biker chick probably wouldn't be so coordinated, but my wife wasn't the average biker babe. She took the cue from the man and walked over to the table. Her long, flowing, straight blonde hair was draped down her back in a high ponytail. Usually, a hint of red would strike it, but it had become more bleached with the summer sun.
Coincidentally, Kathryn looked my way to bend over and take a shot at the pool balls. She didn't notice me, but I saw her breasts dropping down in the tight leather top. She giggled as she missed, and walked back to the guy beside her. She handed the cue to him. This strange man stopped as he walked past my wife. He gave her a firm smack on her butt. I could see her butt jiggle as he made contact. Afterward, he gave it a firm squeeze and then released it to walk over to the table.
I had hoped she might look at her phone at this point, but she didn't. The woman next to her was in a tight, red leather dress. She had on sizeable, black spike heels. To my amazement, she reached into her purse and handed my wife a cigarette. Kathryn was very health conscious and though she took risks sexually, she was very particular about what went into her body. The woman lit both cigarettes, and my wife slowly pulled one away from her lips. Not a cough or anything, as she exhaled smoke upwards.
The two women sat at the table while the men played pool. The strange man did occasionally grab Kathryn's butt or smack it. She didn't seem to complain, though. I decided maybe calling her would get her attention.
The phone rang as she opened the tiny black leather purse next to her. To my surprise, Kathryn canceled the call. She then took the phone and started texting.
"Where are you? I'm at the bar," she sent.
