This is a story of pure fantasy and imagination. Any resemblance to any real people is strictly coincidence. All parties of the story are 18 years of age. This story contains sexual themes, non-consent and other adult themes. If this is not your cup of tea please do not continue, you have been warned. I am a long-time reader but first-time writer. Hopefully my story can inspire you as so many have inspired me.
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Chapter 1:
Sometimes in life you just must look back to understand how you got where you were at in life. This was one of those moments. Surveying the large room, it was drastically different than it was a mere two hours earlier. The stage was now empty, the stage lights long off and cold. The crowd, for the most part, had now dispersed and left. There was just now a small circle of four people in the back of the room, beneath the large dual tv's that had now been turned off.
In this back of the room only a slight noise was audible from the middle of this circle. An increase of heavy breathing and the slight sound of release from two of the parties was heard as another load was depositing into Shiela. John couldn't be sure where this load had been finished from where he stood but it didn't much matter; Shiela had taken loads in every possible orifice as well as all over her, a slick white glistening across her entire body and leaking out of all her holes.
Shiela was and still is, John's wife of 10 years, mother of their 2 children and now literal cum dumpster for so many men that John had lost count. Surveying this scene, with a helpless feeling in his gut, John thought back to how this all started and how his and Shiela's life had now all gone wrong.
Chapter 2: 2 weeks earlier
John hadn't been totally honest with his wife tonight or any the nights recently for that matter. People talk about midlife crisis or even a seven or ten-year itch as cliché but it was something that John felt. He had started gaining weight recently and with that life his once vibrant sex life had become non-existent.
There was not one moment he could point to, not a blow up or even the birth of his kids, it was a slow change. John and Shiela's sex life went from multiple times a week, to multiple times a month to know a couple of times a year. John was successful at work and they were "happy" together but this new hole in John life was now creating a need that John didn't know he had but was subconsciously trying to fill.
If only John would have purchased a sportscar or had an affair, maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way but they didn't John bought a Harley and his life changed from there.
At first, he would just ride it around on weekends then that wasn't enough so he would ride it during the week. He got off on the feeling of what people said and thought as he rode his big hog to work. After a while even that wasn't enough of a rush so on this night he decided to take it up another notch and rode into the most notorious biker bar in town; he was going to join a biker gang.
John pulled up to the bar, pulled up next to about 30 various bikes and walked right inside of the bar. It wasn't like the movies; the world didn't stop and look at him as he walked in but it sure felt like that to John. John walked up to the bar with a confident stroll but his 36-year-old, six-foot frame quaked on the inside.
"What will you have?" The cute blonde bartender asked from behind the counter.
This 20 something was not what John was expecting to see working in a place like this. Sure, she had tattoos but who didn't anymore. She was thin, young and vibrant but also had an amazing rack that John clearly noticed. Apparently, his noticing took a little too long because it caught the attention of the man at the stool next to him.
"Buddy, I think the young lady asked you a question. I am not sure what kind of bar you were looking for she is only looking to serve drinks." The man said.
He was clearly older than John, maybe forty or forty-five years old but at six foot two he was slightly taller than John and in much better shape. He had huge arms and a chiseled figure most likely from a life of construction or some other manual labor.
Finally, after a couple of seconds John responded. "Sorry man, I didn't mean any disrespect, she is clearly beautiful and I just lost myself for a second."
A smile cracked the man's lips as he responded. "I got you man, the name is Gene and hot blonde behind the counter is my old lady Madison." As he finished talking he held up two fingers and Madison went to pouring two drinks.
John responded, "wow man, good for you she is hot. Not to be rude but isn't she a little young for you?"
Gene laughed, "yeah probably. I might not be able to keep her forever but I figure you only live once."
The two men talked and drank at the bar for hours. They talked about work, about life and finally about John's dry spell and looking for more of a rush in life. John did most of the talking as they drank; Gene sat there and listened mostly until finally he offered up an idea.
"Man, you seem like a real great guy. I am the leader of a bike crew from around here, the Hell Cats. We have chapters all over the states. We are always looking for brother to join our family and you sound like exactly like the type of guy we want. Up for anything, willing to do whatever to keep the brother's happy."
John sat for a moment but he didn't see a downside. This was exactly what he was hoping for when he came to the club. Now he was going to be an official badass.
"Alright let's do it. What do I have to do?"
"We have a ceremony in two weeks where all the new pledges get introduced. Crews from across the region will be coming to this event, it is our biggest party of the year and we are hosting this year!"
An odd smile continued to beam on Gene's lips as he announced to the entire bar; "brothers!! We have a recruit, let's show him how we take care of our own!"
After that a large cheer went up and guys came from far and wide and bought John drinks. From there everything went dark for John but what a night it was!
John woke up the next morning, not hung over because he was still drunk. He looked around, he was lying on the floor of the bar and as he started to stir he felt something move next to him. Laying naked next to John, who also now realized that he was not wearing clothes, was Madison. As John started to stir he felt down at his dick, not a he didn't know what happened but he could tell he had spent a load. As John continued to process what was happening Gene walked in.
"Hey brother, you have a good time last night?"
"What happened?" John stammered out through dry and cracked lips.
"Man, you really don't hold your liquor well, we kept drinking then suddenly you were all up on my old lady. It is all good though, we are brothers."
The easy nature that took this in with struck John as odd but he attributed that to his drunken state. He got dressed and thanked both Madison and Gene for a great night. As John left the bar Gene's smile the widest it had been all night as he said, "make sure you bring your wife for your big day."
Chapter 3: The event
The night was finally here but John hadn't been back to the bar in the two weeks since that bold night. His wife, Lynn, was not happy that John walked in a 9am in the morning with not so much as a call. John lied his way through it, saying that he stayed the night with a buddy near the bar after having too much to drink. Lynn was suspicious, especially after learning that John had joined some sort of biker gang but he looked no worse for wear so she dropped it.
Even at 35 and after 2 kids she was still a beauty. She stood at about 5 foot 6 inches with brown hair that had auburn streaks. She had put on a little weight over life but it seemed to hang in all the right places with a thick backside and some nice 34DD breasts. Having a regular job, she couldn't work out every day but she did what she could to keep herself tight. The downside was that it was just another thing that was taking time from investing in her marriage. They were both happy but they both probably still wanted and needed more.
The ride to the venue was quiet and uneventful. John did not bring the Harley, first, Lynn didn't like to ride on the back and second, Lynn's outfit was not conducive to the back of a hog.
She wanted to look good for John's big day even if she really didn't understand what the big deal was. Because of that she was wearing a short black skirt and low cut slinky top that showed a nice amount of cleavage. She also wore her only pair of sexy shoes, a pair of black six-inch heels which really accentuated her taught calf muscles.
When they arrived Gene and Madison at the door and Gene started the conversation. "Hello, you must be the amazing Lynn. This is my old lady Madison. Do you mind walking in with her? I need to talk to John about tonight."
Lynn nodded and followed Madison who had on a pair of tight lowcut jeans and a leather bustier that managed to both pull her in and push her out. As soon as they walked through the door Gene's manner changed.
"Ok, you have had the two weeks like you asked for. I need the ten grand now to complete your membership."
John's face turned stark white, "tttttenn grand" he stammered out.
"Yeah, we talked about this at the bar. You said it was no big deal, anything for the brothers."
"Listen" John continued, "I was really drunk and I don't remember any of that. Ten grand is a lot of money."
Gene cut him off, "so all this talk about you being one of our brother's...that was just talk to you?"
"Well...no. It's just..."
Gene cut him off again. "I can't believe this, after all we have been through. You drank my alcohol, you fucked my wife and now you are stiffing me on the money." Gene's voice continued to rise as John responded.
