Watching Me With Bikers: A Cuckold Story

By Nicola Nichols

Freddy is a good husband, but it takes a lot to arouse the sexual animal that I love in him. Watching me with other guys used to unleash his kinky superpowers, but it stopped working.

But recently I screwed a biker and I know where he and his friends hang out. Maybe if Freddy has to watch them gangbang me things will get dirty enough to push him over the top.

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Freddy is rich enough that he works because he wants to; he doesn't want me to work, but I don't want me to work either, so that works out. The thing is he is gone during the day and I need more in my life than daytime television or boring social events. I get invited to lots of those, but damn those people are uptight. I don't get along with them too well. Still, it meant meeting people and gave me time to think when Freddy wasn't around. So I accepted invitations from time to time, even did charity work.

When I could spend a day seducing a guy and making a video, that had seemed like a grand solution, but with Freddy in the office and needing whatever we did to be live, that wasn't any good.

One day I'd stupidly promised to go to lunch at the house of one of the stuck-up bitches to discuss some frigging campaign or other. Her house sat on twenty acres and had a fence around it and an electric gate. There were four of us "girls" at lunch; the other two were clones of the uptight hostess. Sisters in whatever.

She was having some work done on the outside of the house and, as we sat at the lunch table, I caught glimpses of the crew as they hauled materials around. A couple of the guys were a bit rough in a way I find sexy. One long-haired guy, in particular, stood out. He filled out his tee shirt nicely; he looked ready to rock and roll. Overall, he had the dreamy look of the guys who show up in my sweetest wet dreams.

The hostess saw me looking at them and snorted. "The contractor hired motorcycle thugs to do most of the work. I can only imagine it's because they work cheap."

I thought there could be other reasons and didn't feel in the mood to let such a comment pass. "Maybe they do good work." I wondered if she would have preferred wetbacks.

"It's inappropriate for him to have thugs like that wandering my property without a police escort. I'm going to tell him to dismiss them. I don't like having them around."

I was sure she didn't. I was sure she didn't like a lot of things that might appeal to me. But it was none of my business. Still, her attitude got me as angry as the guys got me thinking dirty thoughts. After the ordeal that was lunch, I drove to the gate, but pulled off the driveway and parked to cool down before driving home. I was proud of myself. I'd managed the entire afternoon without insulting any of the women in a way that they noticed. It took an effort, and I wasn't sure why I bothered.

I heard a roar and turned to see a motorcycle pull up. "Everything okay?" It was one of the workers. I looked at him, noting the life in his eyes and realized that this was the one I liked. The rough one with long hair and a sexy body.

"I'm okay. I just needed to cool off."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Feb 23, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463446348

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WATCHING ME WITH BIKERS

A cuckold story

by

Nicola Nichols

Copyright © 2015 by Nicola Nichols.

All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, businesses, events or locales is purely coincidental.

Nothing Lasts Forever

The guy I picked up in the bar wasn't half bad. Tall, with curly hair, he showed promise. He was fit and probably in his thirties. He had a name like Clyde or Claude or something. I double checked with Freddy, giving him a quick glance over at the booth he was sitting in at the diner. When he nodded, I closed the deal. While I arranged things with the guy, Freddy headed home.

I marked the guy as being on the prowl, looking for action and it was easy enough to let him know I was available and interested. Not long after Freddy left I gave him our address and told him to come by in thirty minutes. We didn't need that much time to get ready, but making him wait added some spice and it's all about spice, anyway.

He showed up all eager and almost the first thing he said was that he wanted to eat my pussy, which gave him points with me. As a rule, I think all guys need more practice eating pussy. This one wasn't half bad at it and had a nice way of sucking my clit until he managed to make me come. By then he was all worked up and climbed on me and took me in a missionary position. He didn't come too fast, and his cock felt nice reaming my cunt. With some guys that could mean the beginning of a nice evening. This time, however, after he spent the clown was ready to go home. Since he seemed virile enough, I figured he had a wife waiting for him. That was okay, as I figured we were done.

Even though the fuck was ordinary enough, I had put on a good show, letting out some good passionate screams and talking the dirty talk that gets a guy hard. I believe in inspiring people. Besides, Freddy gets off on that shit. I'm not sure this guy got inspired, but as I said, he was nothing special