The week before Mark showed up for his visit was one long fuck feast. It seemed that my wife Bren just couldn't get enough sex. I would come home from work and she would be dressed in a different outfit every night. She had pull out all of her old mini skirts and mini dresses. Since she had put on a little weigh in her great ass it caused the skirts to become even shorter. One night when I came home the skirt was so short that a small amount of ass cheeks were showing. It was a bright yellow skirt that accented her tanned thighs so nice. Needless to say she didn't even get a chance to remove it before I had her bent of the kitchen table sliding the meat to her pussy. After we both had relieved our self of a good amount of cum she asked me if anyone else could ever see that skirt. I told her only if she was planning on getting a good fuck. Now I said it as a joke, but I could tell she had other Ideas.
The night finally arrived when mark showed up at our house. He rode in on the new Harley Davidson and we discussed the bike over a good six pack of beer. Bren was wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts and I caught Mark checking out her ass on more than one occasion.
After Mark and I started on our second six pack he became a little bolder in his talking.
"Damn Bren it looks like you have put on a couple of pounds, but that is just more cushion for some pushun."
We both laughed as he slapped me on the back. Bren just smiled and gave us both a better view as she bent over to get herself a beer. Then she climbed on the bike and slid to the back of the seat. As she straddled it her legs were spread and there wasn't a whole lot of fabric covering her pussy, just a small patch of jeans but mostly fringes from the old jeans.
"So how do I look for some Harley Momma?"
" I have had some not as sexy as you on the bike and I have even taken some for a ride also." Mark laughed.
Mark elbowed me to see if I caught what he was talking about.
"Well how about me now? I mean a ride around the block!" Bren smiled.
I guess she also knew what he was talking about. Mark climbed on the bike in front of her. He slid back in the seat until his back pressed into Brens' 36'c tits. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her hands just inches above the cock she had sucked before we were married.
They took off for a quick ride around the block, Mark said he didn't want to ride very far with beer on his breath. Within five minutes they were roaring back toward the house, Brens' legs were now wrapped around Marks waist as they pulled into the driveway. Mark looked over at me.
