Making a Deal With His Bully

I’d do anything for my husband.

If you missed part 1, you can find it here.

Chad’s fingers found the zip on my leather jacket and started pulling it down inch my inch, slowly revealing the tight white crop top I’d thrown on to go with the leather pants. His eyes lit up with every inch of flesh that was exposed.

The crop top gave me ridiculous cleavage and his eyes lingered over it as a wicked smile crossed his lips.

“But if you’re willing to lift that top and show me what’s beneath it, I’ll make your hubby our Ride Master for the day, I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.”

The Ride Master was the group leader who set the pace for everyone to follow. They were responsible for choosing the route and ensuring the group made it safely to its destination. It was a position of status and leadership, and as far as Ben had mentioned only Chad led the weekend rides.

That might be enough to end the bullying. Which was why I was here.

I felt the zip reach the bottom and pop open.

I couldn’t flash Chad, could I? I was married. It simply wasn’t done. I’d done it a few times in my party years, it had been a real crowd pleaser. Hell, my girls, even well covered had made sure I seldom had to buy a drink. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that a man Chad’s age had boobs on the mind.

Just one quick flash. Who would even know? Just me and Chad really, we were alone.

One quick flash and Ben’s problems would be over. I pictured his smiling face, and it gave me all the courage I needed. That and the little part of me that was a little turned on by the man half my age who was slowly stripping me on the office desk.

Damn. I needed to get this over with and get out of here before he got me in real trouble.

“You can’t tell a soul,” I threatened. Poking my hand into his chest.

“Not a word,” Chad reassured me, “a gentleman never tells.”

“Go on then,” I whispered. Barely able to believe the words coming out of my mouth. “Do it.”

Chad laughed. “Oh no. That wasn’t the deal. You need to do it.”

He was enjoying this. I could see it in his face. He knew he’d won, but the bully didn’t want to take what he wanted. He wanted it freely given.

I leaned back on the table on one arm, mostly to give myself a little room to work before sliding my fingers under the bottom of my crop top.

With a gentle pull, I felt the fabric start to slide up and over my breasts until the weight of my breasts became too much for the retreating fabric to retain. My full breasts dropped free, sitting higher on my chest than one might have expected for a woman my age.

Chad took in the feast of flesh and his grin only widened. I looked down and realized my brown nipples were rock hard as they pointed toward him.

Oh no. Had he done that?

Had feeling him strip my jacket off really been enough to do that?

He was half my age and hot as hell. The more I thought about it, the more turned on I was getting.

“Stunning,” Chad muttered as he leaned in, his hand sliding up my stomach until it found my now exposed breasts. I knew where he was going, and yet my mouth didn’t seem to want to protest.

His large hand enveloped my breast, playing with it as he leaned over me and pressed his lips to mine. My heart skipped several beats as his strong lips parted mine and he slid his tongue into my mouth.

This twenty something year old was taking great liberties with another man’s wife, but then again, I was that wife. In my brain I knew I should be stopping him. I knew I should be saying something, and yet I didn’t.

He tweaked and teased my nipples as he kissed me passionately.

Part of me wanted to throw myself back on the table and let him have his way with me, but the functional part of my brain reminded me my husband was just outside.

I pulled my lips away from his, pushed my finger to his and pushed him further away.

“I think I’ve held up my end of the bargain,” I whispered, my voice not nearly as firm as I would have hoped.

Chad nodded; his hand still firmly attached to my right breast.

“Yes, you have, though how Ben ever got a milf like you is beyond me.”

“Milf?” I asked, repeating the word as I pulled my crop top back down forcing Chad’s hand out of the way.

That only made him laugh more. “Milf,” he explained. “It stands for Mom I’d Like to Fuck.”

My mind reeled. It was crass and vulgar, and his forthright expression of exactly what he wanted to do to me sent a pulse of pleasure from my brain to my pussy that threatened to overwhelm what little reason I still had.

“We better get back, the others will be wondering where we’ve got to,” I said, trying to change the subject.

“Sure thing,” Chad replied, his grin still spread from ear to ear.

I was blushing. I could feel it in my cheeks, but I couldn’t help it. Something about having his attention made me feel good. I tried to remind myself that this was the man who’d bullied my husband relentlessly, but right now all I wanted him to do was bend me over this desk and bully me vigorously until I screamed in ecstasy.

Tina, get a grip.

I zipped up my jacket, grateful that it was impossible to see my hardened nipples through it and slid off the desk.

Chad led the way back into the bar, and I spotted Ben almost immediately. He was standing in a group of men half his age and they seemed to be laughing together.

His eyes found mine and he cocked his head to the side a little, probably concerned about what had taken me so long. I managed a smile, hoping my face wasn’t radiating the guilt I was feeling and gave him a thumbs up.

His bully had just taken me to second base and here I was giving him a thumbs up.

Chad let out a laugh, and leaned in close. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Sshhh,” I growled through gritted teeth.

“Oh don’t worry,” he replied. “I’ll give Ben something else to think about.”

Chad cleared his throat loudly and the bar went quiet.

“All right, we’re just about ready to move out. You know the drill, fall in behind the ride leader at whatever pace you feel comfortable at. It’s not a race. We’ll stop for a brake at the falls and then head on back here for lunch.”

At the mention of lunch a cheer went through the bar.

Chad held up his hand.

“I’d also like to introduce you all to today’s ride leader, Ben!”

There were a few confused looks around the bar including Ben, but Chad made his way over and slapped him on the back. “Congratulations buddy. I thought it was time you led the pack.”

At Chad’s endorsement there were a few cheers around the bar and Ben’s grin spread from ear to ear.

“Did you hear that honey?” He beamed. “Ride leader! We’re going to be up front, leading the pack.”

His excitement was contagious but Chad placed a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“Whoah there, Tiger,” Chad began, “It’s your first time leading the ride. I need you focused. No way you’re going to be able to do that while you’re also doubling for the first time. I think it’s best your wife ride with someone else, just while you get comfortable.”

“I, uh,” Ben stammered, “I was hoping she’d ride with me.”

“Oh, I don’t blame you,” Chad replied. “what red-blooded male wouldn’t? But if you’d rather double, that’s cool, we can find someone else to lead the ride today.”

Chad turned as if looking for other candidates.

Ben could see his newfound status slipping away. “No, wait. I guess you’re right. I need to keep my mind on the job.”

“Exactly. Don’t worry. I’ll bring Tina along. We’ll ride the rearguard and take it nice and slow, make sure she enjoys her first ride.”

I heard the double entendre and was hit with a wave of guilt and excitement in equal measure.

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