A Wife Taen & Shared

Broken In and Shared by Bikers - A Husband Watches His Wife Pay For His Ignorance Pt 1

By René St Claire

***You may have read my other 2 stories: A Careless Bet With Bet With Outlaw Bikers Parts 1 and 2. This is the first part of the spin-off story I promised in part 2. I hope you enjoy***

Travis, an accountant, railroaded into a career by his dad because it provided good job security. He was in his twenties, balding, but had a decent body, that he earnt from the early morning sessions at the gym. He followed all the rules: Graduate high school, go to university, get a job, get married and a mortgage. Before he completed his father's life-checklist with kids, he wanted a taste of freedom.

Travis had always been drawn to the open road, with nothing but the sound of a Harley's engine in full-throttle ringing in his ears, and vibrating through his body. When he saw the motorcycle enthusiasts, or as most call '

gangs

', he found himself jealous of the leather-clad brotherhood; the freedom that only the life atop a motorcycle could provide. In another life, in a different family, maybe he could have been one of them. But in reality, Travis was just a guy who worked spreadsheets and bank accounts; in a corporate world that often choked him like a prison. He knew bikes inside and out, could name every model and modification, but he had never lived the life.

If only he could just have a little taste of it?

Nicole, like Travis, also had a corporate job; at least until she had kids. Nicole was pretty, with strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, and alabaster skin that made her lips look permanently red. She had decent tits, that could be described as perky, that often seemed bigger within her slender shape. She was pretty, in a way that still held hints of youthful innocence, but she carried herself like someone who had yet to fully understand her own appeal. Travis seems to find her attractive, at least he tells her he does; but that attractions doesn't convert to lust in the bedroom - where she feels largely unsatisfied.

Raised in a conservative home, Nicole had spent years suppressing her wants, her needs; which her mother described as dirty, whorish, and the lure of Satan. Every Sunday she went to church to be reminded that she was a sinner, and the only way to redemption was through following this church. She was too scared of eternal damnation to go out with boys, and the Pastor always preached how sinful self-pleasuring yourself was, so she never had an orgasm. When she met Travis, got married, finally had sex, she was left with the feeling: Is that all there is? It felt good for her, but she never had that explosion of pleasure that one would expect from a climax - and she definitely wanted to feel what this was like.

Lately, the restraints of life, and expectations had started to bore her;

she needed to take a walk on the wild side

. Maybe that was why she had agreed to this night--to go to a biker bar called the

River Inn

, so Travis could ogle the machines he will never possess; and she can see and feel something that exists beyond the mundane. Just maybe, at the end of the night he will ride her in the way he hopes to mount a Harley.

After months of Travis pleading for her to accompany him to the

River Inn

, she had finally relented. The rough reputation of the bar created a quiet curiosity within her, though her buttoned-down-strict-upbringing would never allow her to admit to herself it was more than that. In reality though, she fantasised about experiencing the roughness of an outlaw biker; to be bent over, have her dress pulled up, her panties ripped from her crotch by his rough calloused hands; to feel his dirty nails pinch into her hips as he forced his maleness deep into her feminine folds; the sensation of that sting on entry as the head pushed through her lips, and then the thrilling-dread as it made its way deeper and deeper into her velvet tunnel, and

blackening her soul

.

"What am I meant to wear to a place like this?" Nicole asked as she prepared for the night ahead.

"I don't know, something sexy I guess?" Travis answered, not really understanding the importance a woman places in her appearance.

Nicole wanted to look good tonight, she wanted to feel attractive, but not slutty. She settled on a black mini skirt, fitting at the waist and just short enough to show some skin, but not so short that her pussy might pop out if she bent over too far. She liked the skirt, it showed off her legs, both in colour, and in shape.

For her top, she chose a fitted white tank, the low scoop neckline revealed just enough to draw the eye without it feeling as though her tits were about to bounce out. She layered Travis's leather jacket over it; it was slightly oversized, but with the sleeves pushed up, it gave her an edgy look. Her hair fell in soft strawberry-blonde waves down her back. She looked good; sexier than she realised.

"Are you ready yet?" Travis asked, wearing the same black jeans and black leather jacket he wore to everything. He looked good though, and for once the outfit actually suited the occasion.

"Yes, let's go." Nicole says as she grabs her handbag on the way out.

The River Inn wasn't just a bar; it was rough bar with a fearsome reputation, a place for the modern-day outlaw--the biker. The kind of place that mopped up blood, puke, and cum at closing; the place where the toughest and baddest made the rules. The moment Travis and Nicole walked in, they stood out; while they dressed the part, the softness in their eyes, the cleanliness of their skin, showed they were from the good side of the tracks.

The air was thick with the scent of stale beer, sweat, and old leather, the kind of mix that seeped into the floorboards and clung to the walls. A jukebox in the corner warbled out an old rock tune, half-drowned by the loud chatter and the occasional burst of raucous laughter and swearing. The lighting was dim, casting long shadows across the scarred wooden tables where men huddled over drinks, some muttering, others watching. Eyes followed the couple--some amused, some curious, all were predatory. One pair, belonging to a broad-shouldered man with slicked-back red hair, a barrelled chest, and a tough-guy swagger; lingered longer than the rest.

Bluey had been watching them since they stepped through the door. He saw what they were--bored law-abiding citizens; tourists in a world they didn't belong to. Easy marks. A smirk curled his lips; he was going to see if her pussy had the same strawberry blonde hair as her head. Bluey, loved being in the Outlaw Motorcycle Club, and he wanted to impress his brothers tonight, and this piece of married-cunt will be the prize he delivers to them - after he takes his share first of course.

Travis was too busy admiring the bikes lined up outside to notice the way Bluey's gaze had settled on Nicole. And Nicole, sipping her drink, wasn't paying attention to the way the night was shifting around them. It was very rare to see a woman in the River Inn that is not affiliated to the Club; and their definition of

affiliated

is that the woman is their property to fuck whenever and however they choose. Nicole was clean, young, pretty, and oblivious to the danger; she was like a fly in a spider's web, just waiting to be devoured.

"Hi brother, what kind of bike do you ride?" Bluey asks as he puts his hand out to Travis to be shaken.

Pleased with the attention, Travis enthusiastically shakes his hand. "Nah, I don't ride."

"You're shittin' me? A bad ass like you is made for the open road." Bluey says as he downs his bottle of Budweiser.

Before Travis could answer, Bluey interjects: "I am about to get another beer, how about I buy you 2 one as well? What'll you have sweetheart?" He then adds: "I am Bluey, by the way. Nice to meet you."

"I am Travis, and this is my wife, Nicole." Travis responds, pleased with the way the night was shaping.

Nicole's mouth was dry, she was scared to be here; but there was also an excitement in the pit of her stomach. She wasn't sure she was ready for the attention. "Just a white wine please."

"I am not sure this joint sells that, but I will ask."

"Prospect! Get over here." Bluey says out of earshot of the couple. "I am going to purchase a bottle of Tequila and leave it at the bar. Every 10 minutes I want you to bring over 3 shots to the table I am sitting at."

The Prospect, desperate to serve his future brothers, follows his orders to a tee.

"Here you go: a beer for the boys, a wine for the lovely lady; and a shot of Tequila for the 3 of us."

"Cheers!" Travis says as they all scull their shot.

Their conversation drifted between topics around motorcycles, movies, music, and even books. Nicole was impressed with how well-read Bluey was. When the prospect came by with the 3

rd

shot, Nicole was feeling a little light headed; her speech was staring to slur a little, and she was feeling a little hot all over.

"I don't think I can do it. I think I have had enough." Nicole says.

"I understand you are feeling it a bit, but the bikers over there shouted this round, and they may get offended if we don't take it." Bluey has a look of fear in his eyes, he has his hand on Nicole's arm, holding it snugly.

Nicole picks up the glass and sculls it. Her face contorts as she fights the rising bile coming up. Bluey noticed her compliance, and felt he could push it further. He places his hand on her thigh, Nicole tries to brush it off, but bluey pretends not to notice and goes on with his analysis of the movie

The Deer Hunter;

while also fielding random questions about his Harley from a very drunk Travis. When she gives up on her objections, the biker starts to gently massage her upper leg, pushing the boundaries of her skirt's hemline; Nicole does nothing to fight him, this time accepting her fate. Bluey smiles inwardly, he knows within the hour, he will be balls-deep in this rich-bitch's pussy.

As another shot comes around and Nicole raises her hand to object, Bluey shoots her a look. She picks up the glass and downs it like the other 3 and her glass of wine. Bluey looks intensely into Travis's eyes and tells him about the benefits of a 6-speed gearbox over the traditional 5; all the while sneaking his hand further up his wife's dress. Nicole is feeling a mixture of emotions: scared, transfixed, and drunk; her inhibitions had completely slipped with the last shot of Tequila. She barely objected when she felt the gruff hands push the elastic of her panties aside, nor did she protest when his fingers brush over her pussy-lips. Bluey, runs a finger up through the middle of her flaps and flicks her swollen clit; Nicole lets out an inaudible gasp as her inebriated state forces her to surrender to the will of her carnal needs, and to the desires of this sexy and dangerous outlaw.

As Travis goes to the bathroom, and is out of earshot; Bluey instructs: "Lay back in the chair." Nicole does as she is told, and he removes her panties with one motion. He grabs her breasts and kisses her deeply, pulling her top down for the bar to see. With his other hand he slides 2 fingers into her sopping pussy.

"What are you doing? Travis will see!" Nicole slurs her feeble protests; not really understanding that the whole bar had just saw her tits.

"He is ok with it. He told me." Bluey slips a 3

rd

finger into her married cunt and begins sawing in and out of her. Nicole lets out little whimpers of pleasure as he sucks on her tits and finger bangs her in front of the bar. Realising they would be back soon; and not yet ready for the husband to know that his wife's snatch will soon be stuffed with his biker dick, and then handed over to the bar for them to run a train on her - he pulls her top back up, re-covering her tits.

"You know what? You are uninterested by our conversation about boring movies. You came here to see bikes! Why don't you go check out mine?" Bluey says to Travis as he sits down to another shot; while he still has 3 fingers knuckles deep inside his wife's vagina.

"Oi Prospect! Get your ass over here." Bluey booms.

"What's up?" The Prospect asks, playing coy.

"Take this bad-ass here outside and show him what he deserves to be riding." Bluey hands him the keys. Travis sculls his shot and follows the prospect through the bar.

Bluey knowing his time is short, grabs Nicole's hands. He leads her to the disabled toilet - which was usually used by the gang to fuck their groupies. Unfortunately for Bluey, on this occasion his leader "Otto", the Sergeant of arms "Aggro" and few of the senior members had one of the new groupies in there at the moment, taking turns railing her pussy and her ass; teaching her how a biker-moll deserves to be fucked - showing her how her new life is going to be.

Bluey had no choice but to take her out to the dark section at the edge of the River Inn's parking lot. "Where we going?" Nicole slurred.

"We are just going outside to catch up with Travis and the Prospect." She was so fucked up that she didn't even notice that they were going in the opposite direction.

With all the bikers concerned with getting their turn with the hot new groupie in the disabled bathroom; none of them noticed that Bluey had slipped out with the drunk, rich, wife. Bluey did not want them to know; he wanted this clean pussy, and probably virgin ass, all to himself. Of course, when he was done, they could have his slops.

As they arrived at the area, Bluey kissed her, and grabbed her aching pussy. Nicole was wet, and swollen, she was acting out of pure instinct, because any will she had was drowned by alcohol. He pulled her shirt and bra off, then removed her skirt. Normally, he would love to eat pussy this clean; but he didn't want to risk his brothers coming out before he was finished. He pulled out his throbbing dick, from his dusty jeans, then pushed her to her knees.

"Put in in your mouth." Nicole looks at this fat cock, at least 8 inches long and 3 inches in girth.

"Won't Travis see?" Nicole meekly objects.

"No, he won't. You want to suck my dick don't you?" Bluey pulls out his phone and turns the video on.

"Yes." When Nicole saw the wildness in his eyes she knew she had to comply.

"Good girl, now take in your mouth." Bluey records this suburban house wife consent to sucking his dick, and then taking the tip into her mouth, as she gently massage her tongue over and around his helmet, and into the slit. It had been awhile since she had done this, and was really just making it up as she went on.

Bluey puts both hands on the back of her head, and starts to push his monster in this submissive wife's mouth. When he feels the back of her throat he relaxes, and lets her slurp up and down the length of his shaft.

"You know I am going to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours in a minute." Bluey says, excited by the sensations she is creating with her hot mouth and tongue. Nicole just looks up at him, her mascara running down her cheeks, from the strain of slurping on the man meat in front of her.

"You want this big cock to rip that married pussy open." Bluey taunts as he grabs the back of her head, and pulls his dick out of her mouth, before slapping her across the face with it.

"Don't you?!" This time Bluey demands compliance.

"I am married. I can't." Nicole says, feeling a little more lucid.

"It is happening, and you are gonna moan as you funnel my fat hog." He then pauses: "

What did you think would happen when you came to this bar? And drank for free?

" He asks incredulously.

"Nothing, we just wanted to have fun and see bikes." Nicole stammered, while bluey drew patterns on her face with the tip of his rod.

"You are certainly going to be having fun, when 8 inches of my meat is deep in your married cunt."

He slaps her across the face with his dick again, and then feeds it back between her lips, into her mouth, hitting the back of the throat. This time he doesn't stop, he keeps pushing it further down. Nicole starts choking and spluttering around his shaft; but the biker just commands her to relax, as her gullet adjusts to the size. When she calms down, the Outlaw biker begins pushing further down her throat, this time getting all 8 inches into her mouth. It was quite a sight to see her nose resting in the tufts of his red pubes, and his balls sitting under her chin.

"Good girl! You could be an amazing cock sucker with a little practice." As she starts to heave again; he slowly withdraws his rod, leaving her gasping for air.

"Get on your back, open your legs, and spread those pussy flaps. I am gonna fuck you til you scream." Bluey pushes her down onto the wet grass; the ground is cold against her back; and the blades of grass tickle her bum crack. His blistered hands push on her shoulders, pinning her to the ground; he lowers himself onto her, and uses the weight of his chest against her shoulders. His hot breath on her neck a stark contrast to the cold ground on her back; she is powerless under him as he manoeuvres his body to force her legs open, before settling between her thighs.

"I am married. I can't." Nicole felt powerless beneath the weight of this giant; her words were useless in stopping the inevitable. He was all muscle, and there was nothing she could do to stop him from taking what he truly desired. He wiggles his hips and forces her legs to open wider; she holds her breath as she feels the bulbous head of his dick press down against her flaps -

all it would take is one push, and he would be in her

. Nicole's mind was saying 'NO!', but her vagina was quivering in anticipation for the red-headed-brute, making the area a sopping mess of pussy-juice.

"Married is my favourite flavour." He says with an evil smile, and then runs his tongue across her face.

Nicole feels him apply pressure through his hips; her vaginal opening was straining, wanting him to break her eternal promise to her husband. The eye of his cock was drinking her wetness, the helmet was piercing her velvet curtains; finally, the head of his 8-inch dick was in her sacred passage. He paused there momentarily, which she was grateful for, as she wasn't accustomed to a phallus this big. Her husband was the only guy she had ever had sex with; her religious up-bringing saw to that - and his penis was only 4 inches long and less than one-third of the girth of the outlaw's one-eyed monster. The infrequent fucking she received from her husband's small appendage, had not prepared her the violation of the beast, sitting with its head at the entrance of her delicate flower.

The outlaw begins pushing through again;

it was happening, she was about to have sex with a man who was not her husband

. Pinned beneath his weight, she hopes that the spit on his meat from her blow job is enough to help it get in without ripping her inexperienced kitty apart. Instinctively, she opens her legs wider, and holds on to Bluey's back so tight, that her knuckles turn white.

"There's my little married slut. Opening up like a good girl for daddy!"

This bitch is nice and tight

, bluey thought to himself as he struggled to get balls deep into her.

At least she is tight for him now; she sure as hell won't be after the rest of the Outlaws run a train on this stuck-up little bitch

. He thought to himself.

Nicole feels the biker's

helmet

push against her cervix; his balls were resting on her taint. It stung like hell, but somehow, she was able to take him all the way in without any real lube, and without having her vagina ripped open. He stayed there as her delicate flower, bloomed enough to take the girth of the invader. Bluey grabbed her chin.