Hotwife Surprise
By Leigh Temple
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Watching several twenty-one-year-old guys take turns pleasuring your beautiful thirty-seven-year-old wife over the course of three days and nights might be enough to send most men to a mental institution.
Up until last year, I would have been one of them. But I have learned something very important. I have come to realize that no one really knows how they might feel or how they would react until they are in the situation, especially when a set of circumstances just seem to cosmically align perfectly and everything else just falls into place.
How did we get to this stage? Well, it started with a fantasy of mine, which she flat rejected when I told her. But a little sunshine, a vacation, and a lot of alcohol, and suddenly she was willing to consider it. Well, I wasn't going to wait for a second longer and let her change her mind. She soon had the first guy between her legs, and I was confronted with the reality. Unlike my fantasy, this was real. It was a real man in between my pretty little wife's legs, and suddenly it wasn't just the perfect fantasy at all. I was starting to feel both aroused and jealous.
That's why I say you'll never know how you feel until you are actually confronted with the sight of your wife enjoying herself with another guy on top of her.
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Hotwife Surprise - Leigh Temple
Chapter I: My Nagging Dream
Trust me, the only thing worse than not owning a Harley Davidson? Is when all your friends do. But, allow me to clarify. I'm not talking about hard-core biker types by any stretch. I'm referring to the pressed shirt and tie types. You know? The ones who seriously don't look like they belong on one? The ones who maybe, occasionally, ride on the weekends? Basically, folks who only want to reply in any given situation, Harley? Are you kidding? Of course, I own one!
You got it, status junkies, not serious riders at all. They wouldn't immerse themselves into that lifestyle if their lives depended on it; they just want one in the garage. If a jet pack coming out of your ass was popular? They'd have two of them.
On the other hand, I was not a status junkie whatsoever and didn't aspire to become one. I never bragged, Hey, check out my new boat, my new pool?
or, God forbid, My NEW HARLEY?
No way! Most likely because I didn't own any of those things. But hey, wouldn't have if I did. In fact, there was really only one thing I wanted, the Harley, my Harley.
Indeed, I was someone who truly yearned to ride. But, it went way beyond that. I wanted to genuinely experience the rider's life. Yes, I was a pressed shirt and tie type too, but unlike my friends? I was the only road-seeker among them. Someone who genuinely wanted to immerse themselves into all things Harley Davidson. Like, being on a long road trip, skipping a shower or two, or three. I mean, I wanted the whole deal... The big problem, though, was my wife was wildly against it.
For quite a few years, I'd been the victim of some of the worst heckling one could possibly imagine from my friends, and believe me, they were masters at it. Saying things like, Oh, won't the wife give you permission to get one? Did the Boss shoot you down again? What? Did Mommy say you couldn't play tonight? Hey, you better call Jenny to see if you can go to lunch with us.
I mean some really rough shit.
I have to confess it bothered me quite a bit, to the point that I eventually had to do something about it. Much of what they were mocking me over was absolutely true. Jenny absolutely didn't want me to buy a Harley and was very forthright about it. While driving past the dealership, she'd often glance at me, saying, Don't even think about it, buddy.
Secretly, I must have stopped by the local Harley shop well over fifteen times in the past year. I looked at them all, sat on them all, put my hands on the grips, and sat my right foot on the footrest. I did everything except make childlike motor sounds. Let's put it this way, the sales folks didn't even bother coming up to me anymore; they just let me fantasize in peace. I was a harmless waste of time, a confirmed No-Sale.
But once a determined thought took root in my mind, though? Lookout. Come on, a contract attorney who works their ass off until midnight some nights? Can't have a Harley? I was about done with that bullshit. Now, I love my wife dearly, but it's not like I was asking for a fucking helicopter gun-ship, right?
At around 2:00 PM one beautiful September afternoon last year, after an extremely long day of contract negotiation on a new warehouse lease for one of my clients, I decided to do my thing, stop in the Harley dealership for some good ole dream time. Now keep in mind, to me, it wasn't just dreaming; it was the cheapest form of stress therapy around, with no insurance co-pay. I simply forgot about work, dove into my small dream world, and found myself riding my toy, motionless, yes, but mentally I had put hundreds of miles on several bikes in this dealership.
This particular afternoon was wildly different, though. There was a brand new, very aggressive sales guy, one I had never laid eyes on before. As I walked towards my favorite bike, I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was tracking me with that New Guy - Advanced Radar.
I figured I'd have to educate him like I had all the other salespeople, with a simple Thanks, Just looking.
I'm sure being the new guy, all he saw was Business-suit,
which to him meant I could possibly afford one, and I respected that. We all have to make a living. Knowing he was after the hard sell, I casually walked up to my dream bike and simply let him approach. I was actually quite surprised the old school salesmen didn't warn him off, warn him that I was the Confirmed sale, kiss of death,
or worse, The Habitual Looker.
He paused for a second, not more than five feet from me. When he then confidently strolled over and got well into my personal space, saying, I noticed you drove up in the new GMC Yukon. It's okay! I'm going to have one of the mechanics drive it home for you!
I quickly replied, chuckling, thinking they might have been just fucking with me, You what? Oh yes! Well, no need for that; I'm just looking here, just looking.
Thinking I had just put the wooden stake in his New Sales Guy
heart, he practically cut me off, saying, It's okay, just bring it back on Monday. I'm having a guy come get it and fill the tank. Just bring it back on Monday. If you like it? Buy it. If you don't, then don't.
I mean, he had his hand out asking for my keys. If there was ever a used car salesman degree? Or, in this case, a Motorcycle sales degree? This guy would have had a Ph.D. and would have graduated with honors. Everything he threw at me rendered me powerless.
I thought hard about it for a few seconds but finally caved slowly, holding my keys out. Before I could even bullshit my way out of it? He instantly snatched them from me, threw them twenty yards across the showroom to a fellow in a greasy mechanics outfit, and there we stood. Almost as though the more distance he could put between me and my keys, the better his chances of closing the deal were.
The look on his face said, You're taking this bike home, and you're going to accept it.
Now, I had been in this place many times before, and not once did I ever hear more than a single, Can I help you?
I seriously had to give it to him. In actuality, all I required was a nudge, and the hook would be firmly set in my jaw. He sensed it and rolled me. He would have made an excellent contract attorney.
Do you want to talk about putting a carrot in front of a hungry mule? I could have easily asked for my keys back, drove off, and performed my same routine day after day. However, in my moment of weakness, I replied, Alright, what are the limits? How much can I ride it, you know? To see if it's the one I really want?
He simply replied, Just don't take it out of state, and you're good.
Without any thought whatsoever, I began acting like a bigshot buyer. They had no idea I was terrified of what my wife would say. In fact, I secretly told the mechanic to keep the Yukon and bring it to the residence the next day. He agreed, and that was one hurdle down. I didn't want a stranger pulling into the driveway with my vehicle. It would be enough of a shock for Jenny to see me on this bike.
Three seconds later, there was a team of sales guys coming over, moving other bikes out of the way, slapping me on the back, opening the showroom sliding glass doors, saying, Best bike on the floor, you'll love it, that one was made for you.
It was like a bucket of blood had been dropped into a pool of sharks. Several of the old-timers kind of held their hands out as if to say, I've tried to sell you that bike a hundred times. What the hell?
My mind was absolutely spinning in anticipation of hopping on it, and for the first time, with it running. I knew I could ride it fine, but up to this point, I had never once test rode a bike from this dealership. It was almost as if my stress therapy was now over. I had graduated, telling myself, Okay, Remember that peaceful, safe place? The place we've imagined all these months and years? Yes... That's the one. That special IMAGINARY place? Okay, great, deep breaths now...
It's Real!!! Get your fucking ass on the bike."
As much as I would love to blame it on my inner therapist, within five minutes, it was outside. They then had my ass on it in seconds, and it was cranked over. I'm telling you, It thundered just like I dreamed it would. They quickly Xeroxed a copy of my driver's license, slapped a courtesy half helmet on me, and off I went.
I quickly realized this thing was so perfectly balanced that it drove itself. It just went. I can honestly say it was everything I dreamed it to be, tie flopping behind me, suit jacket fluttering, pant legs flapping in the wind. It was simply incredible, perfect. I completely forgot about work, daily stress, and everything problematic in my life.
I rode the longest way home I could possibly think of, and I mean taking every cross street. After around thirty minutes or so, I finally turned up our road. It was at