Motorcycle Ride with Father in Law

THIS STORY IS BASED ON A TRUE FANTASY OF MINE THAT OUT OF RESPECT FOR MY HUSBAND WILL NEVER COME TRUE, AND I AM OKAY WITH THAT. ENJOY!

"Damn this thing got dusty!" my father-in-law exclaimed from inside the shed. My husband looked at me and hinted for me to follow him. As we entered the shed we saw his father, beer in hand, brushing dust off of an old motorcycle.

"Wow, that's cool!" I said, "Who's motorcycle is that?"

"It was mine..." my father-in-law answered "...until the wife made me put it away." I could hear the underlying tone of resentment in his voice. My mother-in-law is a sweet woman, but they just were not happy together anymore. They were 19 when they got married, and I think she turned out to be quite different than he imagined. As soon as they had their first child, she stopped working and he had to bust his ass as an electrician to provide for her. Even after all four children were grown, she still never returned to work. Her only job for the past 30 years has been to spend his money on frivolous things. There was no love in their marriage anymore, just familiarity and a lot of regret.

"I wonder if it still works, old man." my husband teased. I've always thought the relationship between my husband and his father was so sweet. He is his only son, and I'd assume living in a house of controlling women brought them closer together than most fathers and sons. Neither of them would ever admit it, but their bond was closer than blood. That secret sensitivity was what attracted me so much to my husband. Outwardly, he was an obnoxious jokester, but inwardly he was the most emotional and compassionate man alive. Knowing his father was the same way sparked a forbidden attraction within me, something I would never admit to my husband.

"Well, I guess there's only one way to find out. Hold my beer?" my father-in-law asked, so I grabbed the can from his hand. Though he was in his fifties, he was strong and agile from the years of manual labor, so pulling the motorcycle out of the shed wasn't too much of a task.

"It'll probably needs some work before I can get it running again." he said as he eyed it up, removing his hat from his balding head and replacing it in a more comfortable position. I silently observed as my husband did the same, unintentionally mimicking him. Just then, I heard my niece calling my name (or at least the name she gave me).

"Ishy! Play!" she yelled to me. I set my father-in-law's beer down and ran over to her, letting the men work. As we played in her sandbox, I became quite distracted looking at the pair of men from a distance. I rather enjoyed comparing them; both men were of slim build with broad shoulders, perfectly proportioned like an anatomical dummy. Neither of them had much muscle, in fact both had a very slight belly that they were quite self-conscious about, but they did have incredibly toned arms. I watched as the muscles they had built from years of bowling flexed in tandem as they worked on the bike. I thought about how I'd love to walk over and run my hand along each man's strong biceps.

"Ishy, look!" my niece called, snapping me back to reality. She had made a sand castle and was very proud of it.

"Wow, Lianna, that is very special!" I told her, still watching the men out of the corner of my eye. Just then, the sliding door opened.

"Lianna, time for dinner." my sister-in-law said. "Oh no, what are they doing now?" she asked me.

"I guess trying to get your dad's old motorcycle to run." I replied, looking back at her. It was then I noticed that she was breastfeeding. As a woman I try not to sexualize this, but my sister-in-law was one of the most beautiful women I've ever met, and her personality was attractive as well. I couldn't help but feel a tingling in my groin catching a glimpse of her soft pink nipple.

"Seriously? Mom's going to lose it. She asked him to do a million things today and he chooses this instead?" she complained.

"Well, the man works 6 days a week. His day off should be his own, right?" I defended him.

"Not when there are things to be done around here." she replied, obviously she took after her mother quite a bit. Just then, Lianna called her inside, so she excused herself and shut the door. I sat there on the deck, turning my attention back to the men. they both had their backs to me now, which was quite an amazing view. My favorite thing about my husband is his ass. He has the most incredibly toned, perfectly round ass. Much like I'd love to shove my face in between his sister's milk-filled breasts, I often shove my face between his soft, round ass cheeks. I am incredibly lucky to be married to a man as sexually open as he is. He enjoys pegging, rim jobs, and even a bit of cross-dressing; one thing I know he doesn't share with his father. Growing up in the 60's and 70's, I guess it had been ingrained in my father-in-law's head to protect his masculinity at all costs. I suddenly snapped out of my thoughts when i heard the engine start.

"See!? I told you we could get it running!" his dad yelled over the rumbling of the bike. I briefly imagined him as a younger man, my husband's age, riding the motorcycle with a cigarette hanging from his lips. But times were different now, he was an old man, a grandfather, sipping beer in his backyard and not knowing what to do with the bike now that it was up and running again. I walked grabbed a fresh cold beer and walked over to them.

"Congratulations." I said, handing him the beer, "What now?" He cracked open the can and took a long chug. As he did, my husband scooted closer to me and slid his hand into my back pocket. 'Oh how I love this man!' I thought to myself.

"I'm not sure." my father-in-law said, examining the purring vehicle.

"Aren't you going to take it for a ride?" my husband asked.

"Yeah, eventually. You sure you don't want a beer?" he asked my husband.

"Dad, you know I don't drink." my husband replied. "Maybe Emma might want one though." he said.

"Actually, yeah, if you don't mind." I said. At that, my husband bounded towards the deck to grab me a beer. I immediately felt the unspoken sexual tension arise now that my father in law and I were alone.

"You ever been on one of these?" he asked me.

"Nope. My family can't even afford decent cars let alone motorcycles." I replied, "Is it hard to ride?" I asked.

"Not too hard, but given your track record I'd never let you drive it!" he joked.

"Hmm...1 car, 2 mailboxes, 4 deer, and 5 curbs, right babe?" my husband teased as he returned and put a beer in my hand, catching the tail end of the conversation.

"Robbie, it was ONE mailbox!" I defended myself. To be fair, I am an awful driver.

"I'm going to take it for a test drive." my father-in-law said, and hopped on the bike. "Damn," he said with a shy smile, "I've missed this thing." That smile got me. His anxiety and shyness barely ever let his true emotions shine through, so that smile was a rarity. I watched as he revved the engine and set off down the driveway and onto the road.

"Babe, come look at this!" my husband called from inside the shed. I walked in through the doorway, and as soon as I did I was pinned up against the wall by a pair of strong arms. "I love it when you wear those shorts." he said before pressing his hot mouth onto mine. He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine so we were super close. "Your ass is amazing, and they just make it better." After 7 years of being together and 1 year of marriage, we were still so incredibly attracted to one another.

"It's all for you." I replied, knowing that it was a slight lie. I wanted his dad to feel the same way. I wanted both of these incredible men to want me. He pressed his lips against mine again, this time parting my lips with his tongue. We made out there for a few minutes until we heard the sound of the motorcycle approaching. I was completely soaked, and I didn't want it to end, but he pulled away and led me back outside.

"Well, Dad, how was it?" he inquired.

"Fantastic! Do you and Emma want to go for a ride?" he asked enthusiastically.

"Nah, I'm not into motorcycles." my husband replied, ever the straight-edged man. It always surprised me how he could be so sexually open, yet so closed off to everything else.

"Babe, come on!" I pleaded "Let's try it!"

"No babe, you know how I am with this stuff." he replied.

"You can be such a stick in the mud sometimes, you know that?" I rhetorically asked him. "Rob, you've got to talk some sense into this son of yours!" I teased, turning my attention to my father-in-law.

"Well, I could take you for a ride with me, but remember you're not driving it." he said seriously.

"Yeah, babe, why don't you just go with my dad? I'll hang out here. Its not like you'll be gone long. Plus I'm sure Lianna and Willie want to play with their uncle Robbie." he said. He loved spending time with our nieces and nephews, mainly because he longed to be a father, but doctors told me long ago that I was unable to carry children. Until we have enough money saved for another option, playtime with them was the closest he got to fatherhood.

"Alright, honey, but only if you're okay with it." I said.

"You'll be fine! Go have fun!" he said. I was surprised that he would let me ride on a motorcycle with his dad after he just chugged a beer, but I decided to go along with it before he changed his mind.

"Alrighty then! You ready, Rob?" I asked my father-in-law.

"Yep, let me grab you a helmet." he said as he walked back into the shed. 'At least he's being safe about one thing.' I thought to myself.

"Here you go. Now put that on, and sit behind me. Then we'll be off." he said. I clipped the helmet on and straddled the bike seat, immediately feeling the vibrations on my clit as I sat down. 'This is going to be fun.' I thought to myself as he revved the engine.

...

"Now if I lean to the right, you need to lean too. If I lean to the left, you lean to the left, understand?" I asked as Emma hopped onto the bike behind me.

"Yep! Is there like a seat belt or something, so I don't fall off?" she asked.

"No." I said, trying to not make her feel like an idiot. "I'm your seat belt. You hold on to me." I yelled over the engine.

"Oh, okay!" she said, then I felt her arms encircle my waist. This was the first time in a long time that she and I had any physical contact. I think the last time we touched was when we danced at her and my son's wedding. I remember the excitement I felt when I finally got to hold her in my arms, and I felt the same excitement now. Who could blame me? She was everything my wife wasn't. Long curly hair, smooth skin, chubby with huge tits and an even bigger ass. My wife was shaped like a 2x4, and had the personality of one too. I remember thinking when I met Emma that I would kill to have a woman like her. Someone who hung on my every word, took interest in the things I like, allowed me to be an individual and have personal hobbies. My wife barely treats me like I'm human anymore, so in my eyes my son is one lucky son of a bitch. "I'm ready!" she yelled excitedly. At that I started off towards the road. As we rounded a corner, she did well to lean with me. As she did, I felt her thick thighs tighten around me, and her arms pull me tighter to her. With every bump we hit, I could feel her incredible tits bounce against my back. I could only imagine what the view was like to any cars behind us; her juicy thick ass bouncing on the seat of the bike. I decided that I had to see it for myself as we turned the corner back into the driveway.

"I changed my mind." I said as I parked the bike and turned off the engine. "Im going to teach you to drive it."

"Really!? You trust me with this!?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, I mean it." I replied, "You need to pay attention though." I immediately switched back into dad mode and gave her a quick crash course on how to ride. "Now I want you to try it." I said after I taught her the basics. "Drive around the driveway with it for a bit so I know I can trust you on the road with it."

"Okay!" she exclaimed and did as I said. I felt somewhat guilty. I did see her as a daughter most of the time, but at the end of the day she was a woman and I was a man with needs that haven't been met in a long time. I watched as she drove around the large driveway, her breasts bouncing with every bump, her ass spread wide over the seat. Her shorts were so tight they rose up allowing the bottom of her cheeks to peek out. I could feel my cock twitching, but immediately snapped out of it. 'What would she want with an old man like me?' I thought to myself. ' She has my son, and he clearly satisfies her, so all I can hope for is to get in a few long hugs and maybe some good views of her in a bikini at our pool and that's it.' I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn't even notice her park the bike in front of me. "I think I'm ready! Do you?" she asked eagerly. 'Am I ready?' I asked myself 'Do I really want to do this? To be the pervy father-in-law?' Before I could think on it any more she exclaimed "Come on, Rob! Trust me! I know how to handle large equipment!" As I agreed and climbed on behind her, I wondered if she meant for that to be a double entendre.

...

As my father-in-law climbed onto the back of the bike and slid his arms around my middle, I felt more excitement than I had driving the bike around. His strong arms around me made me feel safe and secure, just like my husband's arms. He held me much tighter than I had held onto him. 'Is he really that afraid?' I asked myself.

"Now just take it easy." He said as he slid into place. His cargo shorts rode up slightly, just enough so that our thighs were touching. This contact felt like electricity to me.

"Don't worry, Rob, I'll be as safe as possible." I assured him and began to drive. I felt invincible once I hit the road. A warm rush of excitement flowed through me, and I began to feel my nipples harden. 'Good thing no one can see them through my bra.' I thought to myself, but I could still feel a pleasurable sensation as they rubbed up against the fabric. I could also feel warmth emanating from my pelvis as my clit was pressed down onto the smooth, vibrating metal with only the denim of my shorts between the two. Suddenly, we hit a small pothole.

"Careful!" I heard him say to me, but I was being anything but careful at that point. While half of my focus was on the road, the other half was on the stiff rod I felt poking into my ass. Had he been hard the whole time? I didn't know, but I assumed that the bump had caused him to slide forward enough for me to feel his erection. I smiled and readjusted myself, pushing my ass farther back towards his cock. The angle at which I was sitting provided optimal vibration and allowed my ass to bounce freely. "It's time to head back." He said, a hint of emotion in his voice but I just couldn't put my finger on what it was. In just a few turns, we were back in the driveway.

"Thank you so much! That was crazy fun!" I exclaimed as I hopped off the bike. In my excitement I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a big hug, forgetting two important things; one being that this family was not very affectionate, and two being my father-in-law's raging hard-on. I felt the hard bulge tap my clit and quickly remembered. I quickly let go and turned away as not to draw attention to it. As turned on as I was, I didn't want to cross any boundaries and make him uncomfortable. I figured I'd give him a few moments to gain his composure on his own, so I offered to put the bike back in the shed. He thanked me and off I went. As I was bent over to adjust the cover on top, I noticed a shadow on the wall. I looked back to see who was standing in the doorway and realized it was my father-in-law. "Does this look okay, Rob?" I asked him.

"It looks incredible." He said, not talking about the cover. He walked towards me, shutting the shed door behind him. It was dark except for the bits of light coming through the cracks in the old shed. I knew immediately that he did this because the only way he could muster up the courage to be so bold was if I couldn't see him. He ran his hand down my arm. "You are so beautiful, Emma." He spoke quietly in a deep whisper. "I've wanted you since the first time Robbie brought you home to meet us, but I always kept my distance from you. Every party we've gone to, wedding we've attended, you always look so lovely and make me want you more, but I know that my duty is to be faithful to my wife and you to my son." I could hear his voice shake "You have no idea what I'd give to go back and find someone just like you; caring, kind, respectful. I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable, but I needed to get that off of my chest." I stood silent for a moment in complete awe.

"Thank you, Rob." I said in reply to his compliments. "I know that...I understand how..." I just couldn't find the right words. I had always fantasized about a moment like this with him, but now that fantasy had become reality I was at a loss. Before I could think or speak any more, my body took over. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Immediately his arms embraced me, and we stumbled back against the bike and various objects in the shed until we found a sturdy surface that wouldn't budge. I could feel his cock, hard as a rock, against my thigh. I slid my hand down the front of his shorts and grasped it. I broke away from the kiss and gasped out loud.

"What? Do you hear someone?" he asked me.

"No." I replied, and pressed my mouth back against his. Truth be told, I was surprised by the fact that his cock was nearly identical to my husband's; wide and thick and just long enough to make a woman scream. I fondled his cock for a few moments, but quickly decided to move things along as we didn't have much time. I pulled down my shorts and bent over the nearest waist-high object I could find. I guided his thick cock towards my dripping hole but then felt him pull away. "What's wrong?" I asked but was quickly interrupted by the feeling of his face between my legs. For a few moments, he used his tongue on me. If felt nice, but it made me yearn for my husband. Only he knew how to please my body truly. My thoughts of my husband ended, however, when he removed his face from my warm, wet, slit and stood upright. Bracing himself and grabbing my hips, he thrust himself balls-deep into me. I immediately cried out in pain.

"I'm sorry!" he said, concerned, and began to pull out.

"No, don't stop!" I pleaded. I simply wasn't used to being spread open like that so quickly. My husband has always had to ease into me and gradually stretch me to fit his girth. His father's cock was even thicker, and made me feel as if I was being ripped in half. I loved the pain. "Please fuck me hard." I cried. That was all he needed to hear. He began ramming my hole full-force, and I was surprised that someone of his age would have such stamina. I felt myself tightening rather quickly, approaching orgasm, but before I could finish, I felt him spasm inside me. He slumped over, sweaty and satisfied, onto my back. Just then, the door opened.