The dark clouds filled the sky and the smell of rain was heavy in the air as the motorcycle pulled into the sixties era motel. On the outside it looked neat even though it was dated. Any port in a storm as the saying goes. The couple on the bike got off and he headed into the office to check in. They were both in their mid forties and made for an attractive pair.
Beverly pulled off her helmet, her natural red hair pulled into a ponytail allowing her girl next door pretty face to radiate to the world. As Jack returned with the key, his ever present smile grew even wider as he watched his wife of twenty two years peel off her protective riding gear. She became more beautiful every year he thought.
The motel turned into a lucky find; sitting just a short walk from the town center and right across from a gas station/convenience store. Pushing their room door open they found a clean room, even with furniture that had seen better days it had a nice feel to it. Jack pulled the fiberglass saddle bags from the bike before heading across the street for a six pack of cold beer for himself; they carried with them the red wine Beverly favored.
Inside the room Beverly began her transformation. Shedding her riding clothes and grabbing her toiletries she made her way to the shower. With the shower releasing hot steamy water she reached behind herself and released her plain white bra, her B cup breast seemed to breathe a sigh of relief freed from their confines. Beverly's nipples, just a couple of shades lighter than her hair perked right up pointing towards the sky. After two children there still was no sag.
Off came her panties; comfortable for riding but oh so ugly in the light of day! Her neatly trimmed pubic hair was pressed down and she ran her hand over them letting them know that freedom had been granted them. At forty two, good genes and regular yoga classes kept her five foot two inch frame in peak condition.
The sounds of the shower gave Jack a chubby as he quietly poured a plastic cup of red wine for his wife, no glasses in this motel. His whole being eagerly awaited the appearance of the transformed Beverly into Bev who would soon present herself. He moved to a chair outside their room as the skies opened up sending sheets of rain onto the hot pavement. The first slug of beer entered his throat as the sound of two motorcycles mixed in with the pounding rain.
A straight piped Harley and a much older BMW lurched to a stop next to his ride and the two riders ran for cover laughing at their own bout with the storm. Both guys said a quick Hi before running over to the office to check in. Looked like Jack and Bev would have neighbors.
Tony and Mark were out on the same kind of ride as Beverly and Jack; just roaming the back roads and enjoying the freedom that only a motorcycle could give. The three men fell into an easy friendship bound together by the road. Tony lost the coin flip and had to make the beer run. Jack's heart beat a little faster knowing that Bev would be joining them shortly. Wouldn't she be surprised he thought?
Beverly allowed the hot water to not only wash away the road grim but to also release the slut hidden deep inside of her. Bev began to surface as her soapy hands caressed her nude body. A first grade teacher with two college educated children had stepped into the steamy room and an extremely horny woman eager to please her husband and drive other men wild would step out. There was not any possibility that Bev could make an appearance close to home but two states away Bev was free.
The desire to openly display herself seemed to run in her family. Her sister always dressed over the top sexy and it took until both girls were in their twenties to realize that their parents had taken part in those suburban wife swapping parties! Having progressive parents enabled Beverly to complete college even after she became pregnant in her sophomore year and they welcomed Jack as their own.
Vacation time, after the children had gone off to college had become play time for Beverly and Jack. Jack would announce his yearly vacation time by leaving a note addressed to "Bev" on the night table. The week away had begun with small steps, first a Caribbean isle where Bev for the first time went topless. The second trip was again to the Caribbean and things went much further than either had planned but felt so good it had fueled their bedtimes for a year.
Bev had not only shed her top that day but her bottom had followed; Jack had followed suit after being teased by Bev for being a prude. A couple near them struck up a conversation, the woman, Marci was topless but Mike had left his bathing suit on. It was strange and exciting sharing beach side drinks with one couple nude and the other semi nude. Jack had a mental war going on attempting to keep his cock from getting hard; he lost! Marci's tits sagged a bit just from their sheer weight and her dark nipples looked to be more than a mouth full! She sported no tan lines on those beauties. Mike's tent left no doubt where his mind was as Bev led him on.
For her part, Bev was in exhibition heaven. She leaned forward as they talked and then stretched back arching her back putting her B cup tits right out there for Mike to gawk at. Even though his wife was very close to a D cup Bev's pink stiff nipples called out to him. After her second rum drink she just slightly parted her legs raising the heat under the umbrella to a thousand degrees.
Bev and Jack teased Mike and Marci about being over dressed and how "unfair" they were being since it wasn't an even "I'll show you mine if you show me yours". Marci was the one to suggest going back to one of their rooms to even the score. Neither she nor Mike were brave enough to strip on the beach. The two couples walked back to Bev and Jack's room with hearts pounding. This was getting wild.
Once in the room Bev and Jack again stripped bare; Marci took a deep breath and pulled her top off and just as quickly peeled off her bottom. All eyes took in the sight; her large tits with dark brown areolas and erasure sized nipples appeared even sexier than out on the beach. And contrary to Bev's natural red trimmed bush Marci's pussy was completely void of hair displaying puffy outer pussy lips. There was something about being in a room with a bed that changed everything.
Mike stood frozen in place as three sets of eyes swung to him. Jack's hard on pulsed with every heart beat tight against his belly, all seven inches of it with precum oozing out making his cock head shiny. Just the thought of running his hands over Marci smooth pussy had poured gasoline on his lust. Bev needed Mike to look at her, to lust for her; she could feel her pussy wet and ready but Mike stared at the floor.
"I can't, I can't" and with that Mike ran from the room.
What followed as you would expect was awkward and clumsy as Marci struggled to get her two pieces back on; her left tit still uncovered as she followed her husband.
Their room door still wide open Bev pushed Jack onto the bed and with little fanfare mounted him guiding his cock into an open and soaking wet pussy stabbing her body down until all seven inches of her husband filled her. She stayed upright grinding on this well know cock pushing herself towards a climax as they both heard people passing by. The male voice half shouting "Holy shit!" pushed Bev over the edge. Jack could see a couple watching them over Bev's shoulder as she ground herself to a long loud climax and that pushed him over the top to join his wife flooding Bev's womb with white hot cum.
By the time the spent couple regained reality the pair in the hallway were long gone. After that, their sex play was part reliving what had happened and testing each other's desires and possibly limitations. Beverly was very open about her desirer to be looked at and the center of attraction; something that couldn't be fulfilled in their everyday life. Jack found that others lusting after his wife turned him on and the more it lit Beverly's fire the more it lit his. This motorcycle trip would see how truthful each had been.
The ritual of Beverly becoming Bev added to the butterflies in Bev belly. Darker eye makeup, more blush than usual, the hair free and resting just below her shoulders and her neatly trimmed pubic hair pointing the way to her outer lips proving that the carpet matched the drapes. Jack loved her hair down so it caressed his stomach and balls as he lay prone and his cock filled his wife's mouth. A short black jean skirt and a black button down shirt knotted at her tight belly finished off the "look" Bev wanted. She left the three top buttons open for now thinking she would close one when they went to dinner.
Her bra and panties rested in the saddle bag.
The shower and her blow drier had masked the arrival of the two other motorcycles so when Bev step out of the room the three male heads spun in her direction caught her by surprise. A little smile crossed her lips as three men jumped up to greet her; it seemed all three had trouble locating her eyes as their gazes roamed all over her body.
