(Author's note - This is our final story with Burt)
"HE'S IN MY ASS!" Kathy screamed as I walked into the motel room!
I witnessed my wife on her elbows and knees with our good friend Burt (yep, Burt again!) behind her, ramming his dick into her ass. He was on his feet while crouching down behind her to fuck her in the full mounted position.
Apparently, this was not the first time he had used her ass, as she appeared to be enjoying it and egging him on to fuck her harder!
I walked over to get a better look as I saw the tube of KY jelly on the nightstand. She was grunting by now as Burt continued driving into her muttering, "Man your wife's ass is tight!"
I wouldn't know, as ass fucking was never my thing. For some reason, I found out from Burt, that men like fucking a married woman's ass! Especially if the husband is there to witness it. Some sort of 'hey, look at me! I'm fucking your wife's ass!' kind of thing. But not me, I prefer the self lubricating hole!
Watching Burt using Kathy's asshole was not the first time that Burt had been inside my wife today.
I had the day off and Kathy had gone over to Burt and Charlie's place earlier to buy some weed. Kathy had mentioned to them that I had just bought a new motorcycle and was having a great time riding it. As it turns out, Burt's wife Charlie loves riding bitch and asked Kathy to call me to see if I'd be willing to give her a ride.
Of course I would!
When I got to Burt's house, everyone was inside talking and smoking (the kids were still in school), but they all came out to see my shiny new black bike. After looking my new ride over, we headed back inside so Charlie could change out of her shorts and flip flops to put on some jeans and shoes (she was wearing no bra under her flimsy tank top).
Kathy had disappeared to use the bathroom, giving me just a few moments alone with Burt. I whispered to him that Charlie and I would be gone long enough, that if he wanted to give my wife a 'quickie', he would have plenty of time. Burt smiled and nodded his head just as both of our wives walked back into the room.
Kathy gave me a quick kiss as Charlie and I walked out the door for our ride, not knowing that I had just asked Burt to fuck her!
After I got on and started the beast (a Kawasaki kz1000), Charlie hopped on the back and put her hands on my waist to hold on.
Standing as tall as her husband at 5'8", Charlie was an attractive woman, in a rugged way. Her dish water blond hair was natural, as was her 34C boobs, which had nipples that would stand up and salute whenever she got even a little bit excited.
Wouldn't ya know it? As soon as we left the driveway and headed down the street, some kids' soccer ball comes bouncing out in front of us and I had to brake hard! Of course this caused Charlie to slam up against me and push her hands to the gas tank in front of my crotch to keep her balance.
Maybe it was my old instincts, but after bringing the bike to a stop, I reached down and grabbed her hands and pulled them against my crotch, where she willingly left them for the rest of the ride.
Having another woman's hands on my crotch made me break out with a shit eating grin! Probably not a good thing to do when you're riding a motorcycle without a helmet, as this was before California had a helmet law. But I now had Charlie's unrestrained C cups smashed up against my back and her hands holding on to my crotch, so I couldn't stop the shit eating grin if I wanted to!
After all, I'm only human, and I did have a nice pair of boobs pressed up against me that didn't belong to my wife.
Besides, I had just told her husband that I would keep her gone long enough for him to have sex with my wife, so feeling his wife's hot body pressed up against (AND holding on to) my body was only fair, right?
A half an hour later, we pulled back into her driveway and Charlie slowly got off the back of my bike, making sure her C cups rubbed against my back on the way.
As we walked into the house, Kathy was no where to be seen and Burt was sitting on the sofa smoking a joint, with the same shit eating grin that I had when his wife grabbed my crotch on the bike. That grin let me know that he was probably successful in seeding my wife!
Kathy wanted to leave almost as soon as she emerged from the bath room, so I suggested to Burt that we 'go out drinking' tonight and he couldn't agree more. I told him that I'd pick him up about 7 (code words - 'go out drinking').
My wife got back to our house just before I did and, after putting my bike away in the garage, I caught up with her in our bedroom as she was getting ready to roll a joint. Grabbing her hand and pulling her against me, I stuck my tongue down her throat, letting her know how turned on I was.
She said, with a sly grin on her face, "My, my, what in the world has gotten into you?"
"A better question, my love, would be, what has gotten into YOU?" was my reply as I unsnapped her jeans and reached inside to feel her still dripping pussy. I put one, then two fingers inside her, pulled out a sloppy mess and then stuck them in her mouth, where she made a very nasty display of licking them clean! Almost as if she was sucking a nice cock.
If I've failed to mention how good my nasty wife can suck cock, I apologize. She's the best that ANY of those husbands, brothers and friends who experienced her ever had (at least that is what they told her). Which is why they always came back for more! I think that, in itself, was the one of the main reasons her reputation of being the 'Whore of Poppy St' spread through our little village of duplexes.
"I have no idea what you are talking about", came her coy reply after my fingers had been licked clean.
"Okay, since we're playing games. Sit down and take your jeans and panties off!" I ordered!
"Wait! What are you doing?" she cried as I easily tossed her 5'7" frame onto our bed and yanked her jeans off, only to find her panties missing.
"Okay! Okay! You win! Burt told me you wanted him to fuck me while you and Charlie went for a ride, so I let him. He wanted my panties for a souvenir, which is ridiculous considering how many times he's been in them, but you know Burt. There, is that what you wanted to hear?"
My hands started pulling my own jeans off as I wanted to add my sperm to the sperm Burt had just deposited in her. Kathy wasn't standing for that though, telling me that I would have to wait until tonight, after Burt has had her again. Damn!!
When Charlie opened the door to let me in shortly after 7, saying Burt had just finished his shower and was getting dressed, she didn't open it very wide and I had to squeeze past. She still wasn't wearing a bra under her tank top and I noticed her nips standing at attention after I brushed past her into the living room. I love seeing a women's hard nipples standing up, and Charlie had nice nips!
Maybe it was because her and Burt weren't getting along at the moment, or she was horny from our motorcycle ride, or that she hadn't had any dick for awhile, but I swear she was leaning in to kiss me when she heard the bedroom door open and quickly retreated. Who knows? Maybe some other time.
After the first time with Burt, we developed a routine with him that went on for a few months. About once or sometimes twice a month, we would tell his wife that him and I were going to 'go out drinking'. Which was our code phrase for 'having sex with my wife'.
We'd rent a motel room, for the 'seedy effect', and I'd drive over to pick up Burt to 'go out drinking'. While I was gone, Kathy would finish putting on her street walker make up and lingerie, always including a garter belt and stockings at my request.
There was just something about a married woman in a garter belt with stockings that seemed so nasty!
Then, after picking him up, we would drive back to the motel where I would drop him off, telling him what room he would find my wife waiting. I would then drive around for a while. giving them a chance to get started without me there. I reasoned to myself that giving them some time alone would create a scenario where I 'walked in' on my wife having sex with another man.
Neither one of them ever complained about me not being coming into the motel room with Burt, which kind of arose some suspicions on my part about their 'friends with benefits' relationship, which were later confirmed by Burt. There were subtle little things that they both did unconsciously that raised doubts in my mind about what was actually going on between them.
Like one of the times I walked into the motel room, after dropping him off, to find them lying naked in each others' arms after they came the first time. Almost like a husband and wife would do. I felt almost like the third wheel when I reached over and started playing with her pussy lips to kind of jump start some more action.
Or the time we were going to add another friend to our fun and make it our first foursome. Fred (a friend of Burt) was suppose to pick him up and meet us at the motel that night, but showed up without him. Burt made up some lame excuse not to participate that night because (as Kathy told me later), he really didn't want to 'share' her with anyone other than me. Fred, unfortunately, couldn't perform (turns out he likes men better than women) and the night ended in failure.
There were other little things that seemed odd when they happened, but then made perfect sense when everything was pieced together.
The more you get to know Burt though, the more that his 'off the wall' personality comes through. At times, he was really out there, but it could have been because he did other drugs besides just pot. He did spend some time in the Norwalk mental hospital, so maybe that explained some of his little quirks.
Anyway, he was never going to admit his feelings for Kathy until he slipped up one night while I was driving him to the motel to fuck her, and I caught him saying more than he intended.
