The Outlaw Biker's Betrayal: A Bad Boy MC Romance

by Sienna Wiliiams

  “Come on,” said Danielle. “Let’s to go to the apartment. I’ll make us lunch if you guys have not eaten.”

  “Starved,” the guys said.

  The three hustled to the shelter of the barn. Richie sheltered her. Danielle entered the barn and Al and Richie pushed the sliding door closed. They hurried into the apartment which once that door was closed, it wasn’t as though they were in a barn all.

  All three were drenched to the bone. Fortunately it was a very warm rain and if it weren’t for the electricity, the rain was actually a very pleasant experience. Danielle fetched three large towels and they stood in the kitchen toweling off.

  She caught Al gawking at her. A fleeting thought occurred to her. Had Richie confided to him that they had had sex? No; she trusted Richie. Still Al was smiling. And she found him alluring. Danielle could see herself in the shine of the appliances that her clothing was like a second skin to her. She was shocked. There was nothing her soaking wet, clinging clothing left to the imagination. She casually turned to shield her near-nudity from her step son’s best friend.

  “This isn’t working,” announced Richie. “I can’t take these soaking wet clothes. I don’t know about you guys but -”

  And with that he stripped down to his boxers. It was obvious to Danielle that Al thought what Richie did was a great idea.

  “Is it okay with you if I do the same?” asked Al to Danielle.

  She believe he was eager to be nearly naked in front of her.

  “That’s fine,” she said.

  She hadn’t connected to it completely but somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that something was about to happen between the three of them. The idea lurked in her mind. She wondered if the same thing was occurring to the others.

  Danielle went into the one and only bedroom of the apartment for another change of clothes. At one point, she was completely nude in the bedroom. She stood there toying with the dangerous idea that she could walk out where the two men were. She had the crazy warm urge to offer herself to them. It could be accomplished so easily. Instead she decided to get dressed. And to behave herself.

  The only thing that worked was a very long night shirt from the popular underwear boutique. It had a sort of suggestive slogan on the front of it in rhinestones but it covered her. It was not sheer and it was not low cut. It was wholesome enough for a stepmom to wear in front of a couple of teenage boys.

  The air conditioning of the apartment plus their rain-soaked bodies, even though they had dried off pretty much, left them all chilled. They agreed; a day like that day called for the fireplace. It was a remote controlled fireplace, so Danielle flipped the switch. A warm glowing fire was roaring in the hearth immediately.

  She thought it might be awkward facing Richie after having sex, given their relationship but they were so easy around each other. Every once in a while their eyes would connect and his would twinkle. She felt as giddy as a school girl. She offered to put a pizza in the oven. Richie joined her in the kitchen as Al stood by the fireplace.

  Chapter Seven

  Richie was shadowed her flirtatiously in the kitchen. He goosed her, lightly pinching her bottom making her jump. But she was careful not to squeal. They had to be quiet as it was still their secret that they had had sex. He was so tall. She loved the curls of his hair that the rain gave him.

  Finally, after slipping the pizza on the rack of the oven, she stood still. His body was up against his. He had such a comfortable body. The warmth emanated through her. It was so soothing and luscious, she found herself smiling. Richie leaned down and kissed her at the base of her neck. Her nipples were once again very hard.

  They made out just long enough to enjoy each other but to not be rude to Al. Richie opened the refrigerator and found an unopened bottle of chardonnay. He took three wine glasses out of the cabinet. He gripped them and the bottle in one hand and took her hand in the other.

  Richie set the glasses down on the coffee table. He opened the bottle and poured wine for each of them. Danielle noted that Al’s eyes danced all over her as he picked up his glass. He was cute too, she thought. Both young men were naked from the waist up. Both had virile physiques of devoted athletes. These were budding bodies of adolescents. These were the fully developed, chiseled forms of men.

  Danielle had a natural reaction that any healthy woman would have. In the last months of her late husband’s life, sex was off the table. She didn’t feel sorry for herself in any way. She was proud and honored to take care of her husband. But now it seemed like all of her needs came to the fore and she was constantly horny.

  “Here you go,” Richie handed her a glass of wine.

  It seemed like she and Richie were just drinking Black Russians but she had only sipped that drink. But once again she hadn’t had much in the way of breakfast. She thought twice that maybe it was best to wait for food.

  But the wine was tasty. And she felt safe and comfortable where she was. She wasn’t going to overdo it. She wanted to experience pleasure. It was not her style to get drunk. Danielle looked at the label and remembered the trip when she and her late husband picked it up. They weren’t big drinkers but the bottle was a sweet souvenir to a beautiful bed and breakfast weekend in wine country. Danielle had another sip.

  The guys and she sat lazily as the thunder crashed in the sky. They started to rate the thunder and the lightening. The property was tree-lined with super old growth trees on it. Danielle was a little nervous that one of the trees would crash through the roof of the barn.

  “It’s not funny,” Danielle complained, half laughing at herself.

  She had let the other two know that she was afraid the storm would drop a branch on them. With the next thunder, Richie goosed her on a ticklish spot and Danielle shrieked. The moment turned into a tickle fest. Al joined in.

  Danielle could tell that Al was taking liberties, seeing how far he could go. Finally she cried uncle. And the guys honored her request. They backed off and resumed their places in the very cozy, sweetly appointed apartment.

  Each of them settled down from their silly moment. Each of them drinking their drinks. Danielle was hardly halfway through her wine when the buzzer for the pizza dinged.

  “Lunch,” said Richie.

  Chapter Eight

  He levered his eyebrows and when his eyes met hers, he winked. He dutifully hopped up to get the food. It warmed her heart that he was so good in the kitchen. She enjoyed listening to him transfer the pizza to a cutting board, slice it up and plate it. He emerged from the kitchen with plates on his arm like a pro waiter. One for Al, one for him and one for Danielle. He sat on the sofa next to Danielle, across from Richie who lounged in a wingback chair.

  “Hot,” said Danielle.

  Richie and Al exchanged looks and giggled.

  “Indeed,” said Richie.

  Danielle fanned her mouth frantically. Richie grabbed her glass and urged her to drink her wine.

  “Drink baby,” he said.

  They were the words of her lover and not her stepson. That convinced her that something was going to happen. Richie was openly behaving in a certain way in front of his friend. Danielle let him feed her.

  “Thanks,” she said when her mouth was sufficiently cooled.

  “Gourmet pizza. Good shit,” remarked Al.

  He smiled at Danielle. But the look on his face was about anything but food. He definitely was looking more and more like the big bad wolf. Once they finished their slice, Richie poured the last of the wine.

  “Mayan,” remarked Al. “Never tasted anything like this before.”

  He held up the glass and studied it as though looking at the wine from different angles would give him insight as to why it tasted so good.

  “Yeah definitely didn’t come from a box,” remarked Richie. “It’s what I want to get into.”

  “You want to get into drinking wine?” scolded Danielle with a smile.

  She noted his arm was around her. She let the tendrils of her hair br
ush against his arm. She remembered his arms around her earlier that day. Recollection of the two of them together involuntarily played through her mind. While she was interacting with the two guys, she was reliving the wonderful sex she had had with Richie that morning. It was difficult to conceal the arousal that even remembering the sex created in her.

  “No I do not want to get into drinking wine,” Richie playfully mocked her. “I want to get into growing it. Dad had some property near where this was bottled. I want to start up my own vineyard.”

  It was a remarkably grown up idea from such a remarkable young man. A gorgeous young man. Danielle could not get enough of staring at his wonderful tousled hair, its rich darkness. His soft cow eyes with thick lashes. His full but chiseled lips. He was absolutely perfect.

  “Well that’s all well and good, sir, but that idea might take a little ol’ college degree,” she said revisiting the discussion of his leaving school.

  “Oh yeah,” he grabbed for her, threatening to start up the tickling again.

  He looked over at her as his long arm extended to her. He had desire in his eyes. Just like the look when he was about to get inside of her.

  “Isn’t she beautiful?” asked Richie.

  For a moment she thought Richie was talking about the wine. But she had never heard wine referred to in the feminine, like a boat. It dawned on her they were talking about her. He began fluffing her hair, playing with the silken strands.

  “Incredibly,” replied Al.

  Al’s tone was unmistakable. Richie curled his hand on the arm that she practically rested on, and stroked her shoulder. Danielle was a mix of arousal and confusion. This was all new to her, this interaction with a younger man and now there were two. Part of her had no idea what was going on and part of her -- the part that was hot and wet and aching for attention -- knew exactly what was up.

  She was eager and hungry. She needed to have both men. She needed to have this experience. Richie leaned in and nuzzled her. Danielle nearly dropped her wine. The pizza was full of carbs and made her pleasantly lazy. The wine was warm in her belly. Richie just plain turned her on. She closed her eyes with the zaps of erotic electricity that flowed through her body as his lips played with her most sensitive spot -- the base of her neck.

  She was so reactive to his lips on her neck that she wavered in and out of reality. She could not contain her response even if it was right in front of Al. Richie’s hand glided between her bare thighs, parting them. Her little jean skirt hitched. She was exposed and vulnerable.

  Richie was down between her legs on his knees in a heartbeat. Richie’s shoulders were warm as they brushed her knees. He lingered there as they all three adjusted to the proposition of the three of them getting together.

  “Is this okay with you?” Richie whispered to Danielle. “We want to give you so much pleasure.”

  Danielle had never had a threesome before. Now that the opportunity was on her and she was flooded from head to toe with desire, she said yes. What could be better than to have to gorgeous men make her the center of attention? She felt like it was the opportunity of a life time. She probably would not get a chance to revisit the experience again.

  “Oh yes,” said Danielle eagerly.

  That was all Al needed. She lifted her hips as he plied her underwear. She was damp and aching between her legs. He slipped the garment down and off her feet. He pressed her thighs further apart so that he could press his hot mouth to what was in between. She offered herself to him. She wanted him to take her.

  Al extended his tongue to lick her sweet pink petals. Danielle jutted towards him to create a sweet friction against the action of his tongue. Richie tipped her chin toward him and kissed her passionately. It was just synchronicity that the actions of Richie’s tongue mimicked Al’s. Al stuck his tongue deep inside her and pressed the interior curves as firmly as he could. He attended to her clit, swirling around it to agitate it wonderfully.

  Richie talked to her. Murmured hot sex words against her lips. He was nineteen but it felt like in so many ways, he had more experience than she did.

  “Does that feel so good?” he asked her.

  The words themselves were erotic for her brain. Something about erotic talk excited her all the more. It was his tone that did it. It went straight to her core.

  “Do you like it when we fuck you?” he asked.

  “Oh God yes!” she cried out.

  Richie tweezed her hard nipples, pulsing pleasure to her core as Al licked her. Al raised up just enough so that his erection was at the proper level. He entered her easily. Richie reached between her legs and pleasured her while his friend had sex with his stepmother. The excitement of the daring act of having sex with him almost sent her spiraling into a climax but she held off.

  Al felt different from Richie but good in his own way. Her body welcomed his sweet invasion. Working in tandem, Richie spit on his finger tips and lubed up her other entrance. He circled her opening buried deep within her cheeks. He stuck his finger inside. It was such a lovely feeling. Danielle clutched. Stimulation in both places was tough to take. Too much sugar.

  Richie bent her forward. He levered the head of his cock into her. The softness of his skin was so sensual against the tender skin of her buttocks. He felt amazing. She knew what was coming so she relaxed her entire lower body. She had anal sex with her husband but it was not something that he particularly wanted to ask of her. Richie had all the beautiful daring of a nineteen year old. He was curious and so he sought it. He entered her. The feeling of him inside of her there was off the hook.

  The addition of Richie inside of her was overload for the three of them. Danielle knew that Al could feel Richie and vice versa even though they were in different parts of her body. Having Richie in her forbidden place was as much mental stimulation as it was physical. By the time he was all the way inside of her, she was pulsing helplessly around the both of them.

  Having an orgasm while be completely filled was beyond rapture. Every rebound sensation was so much more intense. So much more effective. Waves of pleasure rocked her whole abdomen.

  Her climax set theirs in motion. They both were sputtering and spazzing, careful not to overpower Danielle’s body. Their moment was almost over before it began but it was so so sweet. She would never forget it as long as she lived.

  The guys retreated to the bathroom in the barn to clean up as Danielle scurried to the bathroom in the apartment. She freshened herself up. Her body hummed with the amazing sexual experience, the effects of which were almost staggering. She ran a shower. The nice thing about the apartment was that it had a generous tub. She left the door of the bathroom unlocked in case they were inspired to join her. When each of the guys sneaked in with her, there was plenty of room.

  It was loads of fun being soaped up by two hunks. Each guy took his turn applying soap to her breasts and her buttocks. She returned the favor. She soaped their testicles and their buttocks. Then they went at it with a wash cloth. It was almost like getting a massage standing up. There was no chance of slipping, despite the three of them being all hands and mouths, for she was sheltered by two towering solid males.

  They were both erect again. Danielle felt two hard members prod her. This time Richie took her conventionally while Al took her from behind. Al reached for the shower head and handed it to Richie who applied it where it needed most to go.

  The vibrating pulse of her stiff shower spray right above where he entered her was exquisite. It took nothing for Danielle’s orgasm to come back to life. Her hot, wet flesh was gripping and clenching helplessly on them both. Both of the men came hard, each cautious to maintain their footing.

  Danielle was definitely in an alternate reality experiencing pleasure this way. It was the most that she had known with two men, let alone one man before. Who knew what the future held? All Danielle knew was the risky business of fooling around with her step son was completely worth it.

  The three of them toweled off after the shower. Al w
as just a little bit shorter than Richie. Richie was over six feet but Al was just under six feet. Both guys had almost dancer-like bodies. They were so chiseled and cut and firm. Al’s buttocks was very ball-like. They were unearthly beautiful, both of them.

  They crashed on the custom bed in the apartment bedroom. It was a larger than ordinary king sized bed. They lounged and snoozed naked in the very comfortable bedding. Richie cracked the window so the rain-cooled air was soothed the temperature of their room. There was something that made napping with the sound of the rain playing on the window, more satisfying. It was delightful.

  Chapter Nine

  The rain let up. It had felt like night time with the wine drinking, the pizza, the cloud darkened apartment and the wild passion. But when the weather cleared it was just about dinner time. Richie gave Al a ride home.

  Richie and Al had met up prior to the rain and actually gotten a flat. Richie had planned to drive him straight home but with the weather being what it was, he stopped off at the house. It was fate that brought the three of them together.

  Danielle didn’t feel it was necessary for the three lovers to have a talk about discretion. The guys were mature enough to keep their business to themselves. The moment they shared was in many ways the perfect transition from Danielle's married life into her new single one. It was also a perfect send off for the guys.

  Even though Al and Richie were busy getting to adjust their trip plans to now just have Al go off to school, Danielle still had hope that Richie would change his mind. He was going to drive up to school with Al anyway -- why not stay at school?

  In some ways she had hope that what they shared would maybe encourage him to move on. She had no shame or guilt about what transpired between them, but it wasn't something they could pursue. Not out in the open. Not because of the nature of their relationship. But more or less because of the timing of it. She knew her beloved husband would not judge them, she just didn't want others to.