CUCKOLD EROTICA / HOTWIFE / HUMILIATION

Cuckolded at a Biker Bar

The biker’s heavy belt buckle clanged as he undid his pants and pulled out his meaty cock. He turned so I could see how superior he was to me, before he pressed it against my wife’s pussy.

I was driving us home after a typical date night of dinner and a movie when my wife turned toward me from the passenger seat and said, “Let’s not go home just yet. Let’s do something fun.”

“Like what?” I asked her, a little worried about what she had in mind. She was known for coming up with wild ideas. It was how I’d discovered I was a cuckold in the first place. I felt a mixture of excitement and dread about what she might want to subject me to tonight.

“How about we go get a drink? Someplace we’ve never been before. Like Sturgill’s. It’s right up the road.” She pointed out the windshield, one hand on my leg. I could see the bar’s sign a block ahead.

“That’s a biker bar,” I pointed out. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be boring. I feel like doing something new tonight, don’t you?”

I wasn’t sure I did, but I also knew that when my wife got an idea in her head, she wouldn’t let it go until she got her way.

“Fine, we can try it.” I pulled my sensible compact sedan into the bar’s parking lot, which was filled with mean-looking motorcycles. She was out of the car before I’d even turned it off, tugging down on the hem of her tight red dress that had ridden up while she was sitting in the car. The garment barely covered her cute bubble butt, and she’d been getting looks all night.

I followed her to the door, pausing before opening it for her.

“You’re sure you want to go in here?” I asked, knowing the answer. I saw the twinkle in her eyes, and knew she was hoping to find a man, or several, to fuck.

An image flashed across my mind of my pretty blonde wife in her little red dress being groped by a bunch of dirty bikers, and I felt a tightening in my lower belly as the familiar nervous thrill surged through me.

Watching my wife get fucked by other men always gave me butterflies in my stomach and an erection in my pants.

She leaned in close to me, whispering in my ear, “Yes! I look too good tonight to not get dicked down by some horny bikers.”

She brushed past me, not giving me another look, as she pushed the door open and stepped inside the dingy bar. All eyes turned to look at her, and she basked in the attention. I might as well have been invisible as I followed her inside.

The place was about half full, all the men wearing leather and bandanas and chains. A chorus of whistles and catcalls rose as she sauntered to the bar. The men sitting there rearranged themselves so that she could sit between them. She easily slid onto the stool, her dress riding up her thigh. I saw her lean over and whisper something to the man on her right, and he responded with a big grin.

I came up behind her, thinking I’d order some drinks. I tried to ignore her new friend, who was a hulking giants compared to myself. I placed my hand on her waist. “What’ll you have, honey?”

The burly biker grabbed my wrist. “Don’t touch her, she doesn’t need a drink from you.”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s just my husband. Don’t worry about him,” she said flippantly. “He likes it when I fuck other men. Don’t you, baby?”

They both stared at me, awaiting my response. He poked me in the ribs. “The lady asked you a question. I suggest you answer. Loud enough for us all to hear.”

I swallowed hard. “Yes.”

“You’re a cuck, huh? You want to watch your wife take my dick deep in her cunt?” His hand was on her thigh, sliding up and beginning to disappear under her dress. She shimmied on the stool, spreading her legs a little and letting him have access.

He pulled her in for a kiss, their lips locking mere inches from where I stood, his hand on her tit. I could smell his beer breath. My wife moaned into his mouth.

“Take me to the bathroom and fuck me now,” my wife pleaded with him, taking him by the hand. They ignored me as she led him to the bathrooms.

My cock was already hard as I watched him grope her perfect ass before they disappeared behind the door. I followed after them like a puppy, not wanting to be left out.

When I pushed the door open, my wife had the top of her dress down, her perky tits out. The biker turned to glare at me.

“If you’re gonna be in here, go sit on the toilet and play with your tiny dick while I fuck your wife,” he snarled at me, turning my wife around and pulling her dress up to reveal her plump ass as he bent her over the sink.

He smacked her ass, then pulled down her thong. She stepped out of it and she stuffed it in his pocket. Her face reflected back at me in the mirror, and I could see the slutty, smug expression she wore.

The biker’s heavy belt buckle clanged as he undid his pants and pulled out his meaty cock. He turned so I could see how superior he was to me, before he pressed it against my wife’s pussy and grabbed her hips, sinking into her. He wasn’t even wearing a condom. I wanted to say something, but it was too late and I knew he’d just tell me to shut up.

She locked eyes with me as the dirty biker entered her unprotected pussy, her lips forming an O as her mouth fell open in a pant as he fucked her.

I sat on a toilet behind them, stroking my inadequate penis as I watched my beautiful wife get dicked down by a real man.

He fondled her bouncing tits as he fucked her hard from behind.

“He’s so big,” she cried.

The biker laughed, his dirty hands all over her, his big balls slapping against her wet folds.

“Let your husband see you come all over my cock, sweetheart.” He told her, fucking her in a relentless rhythm. He kept at it until she began to shudder as a climax overtook her. I’d never seen her come so fast.

I’d never been able to make her come.

The biker pulled out of her pussy and dropped his load all over her perfect ass, coating her reddened skin with his sticky mess. He stuffed his cok back on his pants and turned around to catch me sitting there with my pants and and my small dick out.

He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and lifted me up. My dick flopped out of my hand as I struggled to keep my balance.

“Go clean your wife up before I kick your ass” he growled. He released me, crossing his arms and glaring at me.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, scared shitless that he was going to make good on his threat if I didn’t obey.

I pulled up my pants and grabbed some paper towels. I’d never seen so much spunk come from one man. It was all over her ass, dripping down over her sloppy pussy.

“Get it all, honey,” she said. “I don’t want to ruin my dress.”

The biker watched me, making sure I cleaned up his mess. When she was clean, he kissed my wife and left.

“Let’s go home. I’m tired,” my wife said, fixing her dress and pushing past me, heading toward the exit.

I drove us home with a painful hard-on. As soon as we got home, my wife went to bed, and I was left alone to finally jerk off to the memory of what had happened tonight.

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