My Husband’s Bully Bends Me Over His Bike

And I’m losing control

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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.

Doubling with Chad. He’d been bold in the office, I worried what he might try out on the trail. Something told me the presence of others around him was unlikely to deter him.

“Ok,” Ben conceded, “Is that all right with you honey?”

“Uh, I guess so,” I replied, trying not to sound too excited at the prospect. It was hard, I loved my husband but the attention I was getting from Chad, and to a lesser extent the hungry stares from these other young men was exciting me.

“Let’s mount up,” Chad called, pointing to the door.

The bar emptied out the front door as Chad leaned in close to my ear. “Yes, is that alright with you honey?”

I slapped his chest, and it didn’t budge.

Nothing but taut muscle under that jacket. I tried not to think about it too much but failed miserably.

By the time we got outside, Ben was already on his bike holding his helmet in his hands.

“Can you believe it?” He asked. “Ride leader? What did you say to him?”

“Like I said, baby, I know how to deal with bullies,” I replied, hoping to avoid any other questions about what had transpired in the office.

“I’ll say,” Ben shook his head in amazement. “Sorry I ever doubted you.”

I gave him a peck on the cheek as I took my helmet. “See you at the falls.”

“Sorry we aren’t riding together,” he apologized, “but I couldn’t say no. This could change everything.”

It already has.

“Don’t worry about it hun, show them how it’s done.”

Ben pulled on his helmet and slowly rolled out of the parking lot, the convoy falling in behind him.

All of a sudden, I felt Chad pressed up close to my back.

“Ready for your first ride?” Chad whispered in his husky voice. “Women never forget their first ride.”

What have I got myself into? I wondered as I followed him back to his bike.

Chad fired it up and straddled the bike, there was plenty of room behind him but the slight slope of the seat meant gravity ensured I was pressed up against him as we pulled out after the others.

It was hard not to smile. I had my arms wrapped around a handsome young hunk of a man. He might have been giving my husband a hard time, but he seemed intent on showing me a good time.

I hadn’t expected to be riding with him, but Chad had orchestrated that with a deftness that told me this wasn’t his first rodeo. That move was well practiced enough that my warning bells told me he’d done it before.

Clearly he had intentions.

And I waited for them all the way to the falls.

But we wound up the winding mountain roads and Chad behaved himself all the way, pointing out the scenery along the way.

I kept expecting him to make a move, but he did nothing of the sort.

By the time we pulled into the parking lot at the falls, I felt a little robbed.

He’d had me on the back of his bike for the best part of an hour and he hadn’t even tried to cop a feel. After the office I’d expected at least that much. Particularly with how far we were lingering behind the rest of the riders.

Part of me was starting to feel a little ripped off.

By the time we dismounted, the rest of the convoy had already been there a little while and Ben rushed up to us. He was grinning from ear to ear. “How smooth was that?” He asked Chad.

“Perfection,” Chad replied. “You might have a knack for this.”

Ben beamed, he was having the time of his life and the other riders seemed to be embracing him. I couldn’t believe just how much of a difference my being here had made. Well, not just my presence but I didn’t want to think about the price I’d paid for his happiness.

Ben was thrilled, that was all that mattered.

Normally he came home tired and cranky, but today he was practically floating. During the break, Chad largely ignored me. Making the rounds and checking on the other members of the group.

We sat there trading stories about this ride and others the club had made together. I had to admit, I was having far more fun than I’d expected, and when everyone climbed back onto their bikes. I was a little disappointed to be heading back.

Ben led the riders out onto the road, and I climbed on the back of Chad’s bike once more. Part of me was glad he’d spent the break talking to others, but part of me was upset he no longer seemed to be paying me a whole lot of attention.

Had his interest really waned that fast?

Chad rode lazily back down the mountain, taking things slow and ensuring the rest of the club was safely ahead of us. The scenery was beautiful as we looked out over sprawling valleys and heavily wooded mountains.

We had to be halfway back to the bar when Chad slowed right down.

The rest of the convoy rounded a corner, but Chad pulled off the road and into a small trail.

My heart started beating a little faster as the bike rolled to a stop.

Dense foliage on the side of the trail obscured our view of the road, and on the other side we were looking out over a sweeping valley.

And we were completely alone.

Chad turned off the bike and got off it, but I didn’t move from the seat.

“What are you doing Chad?” I asked, my heart beating faster and faster.

“Well,” he began moving closer to me. “I’ve held up my end of the bargain. Your husband has had the ride of his life. I think it’s only fair that you return the favor.”

My heart skipped a beat entirely as he removed his helmet.

I shook my head. “You can’t expect me to…”

Chad unzipped his jacket and stuck it over the handlebars.

“I can, and I do,” Chad answered as he reached down, grabbed the sides of his t-shirt and peeled it off in one smooth motion, leaving him topless from the waist up.

Damn, he was fit.

I mean, you could press a shirt on those abs. I imagined how he would feel against me and it sent a shiver through my body.

He flashed me the smile of a man about to get exactly what he wanted, and I felt my resistance crumbling.

I needed to tell him to get back on the bike and take us back to the bar, but my voice just didn’t seem to be working.

“You can tell yourself you’re doing it for him,” Chad suggested. “Fucking your husband’s bully to help him out. You certainly helped him today.”

Chad reached up and undid my helmet, gently pulling it off my head.

“Sharing those perfect tits of yours got him a promotion. Imagine what I can do for him after this.”

I would have imagined that, but I was a little too busy imagining what he was going to do to me.

My hands shook, so I buried them in my lap. Chad saw me try to hide them and took one firmly in his. Using my hand he placed it on his taut pec and slowly dragged it down his half-naked body.

He moved my hand over those abs that I wanted to eat off and down to his belt.

“Come on,” Chad teased, “I’ve seen what he’s working with. You and I both know you need this.”

“I’m twice your age,” I protested weakly.

“Maybe I like that,” Chad countered.

“I’m married,” I answered.

“I definitely like that,” Chad answered with a grin as he pulled my hand down and across the bulge that was fighting with the fabric of his jeans.

I made the mistake of looking down, and instantly regretted it.

I could see the thick shape of his manhood pressed against his leg, wanting to be free.

A lump formed in my throat.

He wasn’t kidding.

“I think you’ll like it too,” Chad whispered as he lifted me effortlessly off the bike.

He pressed his lips over mine once more and I couldn’t fight it. I melted against him, and he pulled me tight.

When I finally came up for air, he was grinning that cocksure grin.

“The things a wife will do for her husband,” he teased. His hands unzipping my jacket once more.

I knew I should protest but my body didn’t want to. It wanted to be bent over this bike right now. It wanted to look out over this spectacular valley as my husband’s young bully buried his thick weapon inside me.

Chad peeled off my jacket and reached for my shoulders.

Slowly he applied just enough pressure to tell me what he wanted.

He wanted me on my knees.

I don’t know why he had such power over me, but I couldn’t say no.

I sank to my knees, my hands playing with his belt as I opened it.

His jeans came next as I unbuttoned them and unzipped the fly, fanning them open.

He was wearing boxers, but I hooked my fingers over the top and yanked them down allowing his cock to spring free.

It almost hit me in the chin as I released it from its cage.

“Oh shit,” I gasped as I came face to face with one of the most impressive cocks I had ever seen. He was thicker than Ben, much thicker, and easily half again the length of him but it was the flared mushroom head that had me salivating.

And not just me, I could see a trickle of precum forming on it.

Chad wasn’t lying. He was every bit as excited about this as I was.

Excited and terrified.

I leaned forward and licked the head, swirling my tongue around it.

I grabbed the shaft and opening my mouth, took as much of it into my mouth as I could manage. I never sucked Ben, probably because he didn’t last long enough as it was. Why shorten my enjoyment further and risk him finishing in my mouth.

But Chad was different. His cock needed to be sucked and stroked and teased. It demanded it.

And I wasn’t going to disappoint him. I bobbed feverishly on his cock, my hand stroking his shaft and teasing his balls. He was young, but he had stamina, showing no sign of finishing the party early.

I eased off his head and just let his cock hang there for a minute. Dangling enticingly in front of my eyes. Chad reached for my crop top. I’d made a real mess of it without realizing. Damn it, how was I going to hide that from Ben?

Instead of taking it off, Chad pulled it toward him a little and then slid his big cock through it so that it was wedged between my breasts and held firmly in place by my tight top.

“That’s a good wife,” Chad teased as he started fucking my tits.

I couldn’t believe it. Here I was, on the side of the highway, hidden only by a few trees with a man young enough to be my son having his way with my body.

And I was loving it.

I don’t know how long we were there, Chad fucking my tits and further trashing my white top, but I didn’t care. I felt alive, for the first time in months.

Before I knew what was happening, I was draped over Chad’s bike taking in the beautiful mountain vista as I felt his strong hands working the zip on my leather pants. The zip ran down my ass, between my legs and all the way to the front of my pants beneath my belly button.

Chad unzipped me, revealing my milky white ass cheeks. I hadn’t tanned them in months, then again, I hadn’t really expected to be showing them off.

He unzipped me until his hand passed over the lacy black fabric of my thong.

“Oh,” I groaned as he slid my thong aside with his fingers, “fuck!” I shouted as his tongue entered me.

Chad ate my married pussy with a gusto that surprised me, licking and tasting and thrusting his tongue into my dripping sex. His unrelenting tongue brought me to the edge faster than Ben had ever managed, and I cried out as my orgasm overtook me.

I should have been self-conscious but I didn’t care who heard me here. Waves of pleasure coursed through my body as I came hard, bent over the bike that belonged not to my husband, but his bully Chad.

As my body stopped shaking, I felt it. Something between my legs and it wasn’t his tongue. It was much larger and harder.

I felt his huge head press against the entrance of my sex, and I wanted him.

I wanted to feel that huge member that I’d sucked hard, and I wanted it inside me.

Chad’s hands gripped my waist as I guided him into me, thrusting back against him as he entered me.

Chad let out a throaty groan as he pulled me onto him impaling his full length inside me.

I thought of my husband, for all the wrong reasons. I thought of how much bigger Chad was as he took hold of me and had his way with me.

And I let him.

I let this man that was two decades younger than my husband, pound me until my ecstasy filled cries carried over the valley below.

And I enjoyed every minute of it, bent over his bike while his impressive cock drove me to my second orgasm.

“That’s it, Chad,” I gasped as I felt his grip tighten.

My breath was coming in short, ragged gasps, as he fucked me senseless.

Waves of pleasure radiated from my already sensitive pussy as I came for him. I bucked and trembled but was pinned between his strong hands and his bike, his cock never leaving me for a moment.

Chad buried himself to the hilt and I felt him explode inside me, filling me to the brim.

I collapsed against the bike, utterly spent as his slow deep strokes filled my pussy.

What had I done?

I felt Chad’s hands slide my thong back into place, as if it would somehow contain the mess he’d just left inside me. Running his finger over my ass, he traced his way to the zip and slowly zipped my pants back into place.

I stood up and stared out over the valley that had just listened to our frenzied animalistic fucking.

That’s when I felt Chad behind me, his arms snaking around me drawing me against him in a tight embrace. His jeans were closed once more but I could still feel his bulge against my ass.

Chad’s hands slid straight underneath my crop top as he filled his palm with my full breast.

His lips made their way to my ear as his fingers pinched my nipple. “Mine,” he whispered, pulling me tight against him.

“I’m married,” I mumbled, not knowing what else to say.

His fingers teased my tit. “No, you’re mine.”

The ride back to the tavern was sweet torture. A mixture of the memories of what had just happened and the fear of seeing Ben again. How long had we been gone? I didn’t even have my watch, I’d left it at home.

We rolled into the Bar’s carpark to find Ben and a half a dozen other riders mounting up. My husband was in a panic, but he relaxed as we pulled into view.

“Tina, you’re alright,” Ben called as we rolled to a stop.

“Yeah buddy,” Chad replied. “We ran out of gas and had to wait for a lift to the nearest station. Tina was a champ though, didn’t panic at all. You’ve got a good one here.”

“Don’t I know it,” Ben replied, “Sorry we didn’t see you drop off, but we were about to come look for you.”

“All good champ,” Chad said patting Ben on the back. “Gave us a good chance to get to know each other.”

I shot him a look that I hoped Ben didn’t see.

“So, you’re not mad?” Ben asked nervously. “I was worried I’d screwed up.”

“Everyone makes mistakes,” Chad replied. “I guess you’ll just need some more practice.”

Ben’s face lit up. “You mean I’ll get to lead again.”

Chad grinned his mischievous grin. “Sure thing, as long as Tina comes along to see it.”

Ben looked at me expectantly. “What do you say dear? Will you come for another ride?”

I looked from my husband who seemed utterly oblivious to the fact he’d just been cuckolded by his bully, to Chad, and the memory of his muscled form pressed up against mine.

“Sure dear, I think I’d like that,” I replied, wondering just how soon we could do this again.

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