Learning Couple

by Laran Mithras

  Leathers was behind my wife, running his hands up her body from behind. His hardening cock was nestled down between her butt cheeks. Kristy's hands followed his and she looked over at me a few times with a searching look in her eyes.

  I sipped my Scotch. Is this what you want? Is this going to make you feel better about Dealer?

  Big Pizza came back in holding a beer. He stood next to me and watched.

  Tequila was sucking Gripper's erection, her eyes occasionally flickering to her husband. Leathers was kissing my wife's neck and she had her arms stretched up and behind to grip his head. Tequila was holding Gripper's dick, waving it. She said, "Hey, your turn."

  The bouncer chuckled.

  Kristy moved to the bed and knelt down on it, lowering her mouth over Gripper's thick dick.

  My heart started beating faster and I swallowed with nothing in my mouth. Seeing the woman you love slide her lips down another man's cock is a treasure I would never want to forget. I felt myself hardening.

  Big Pizza said, "Your wife sure looks good."

  I said, "So does yours."

  He grunted. "She says you never flirt."

  "Of course not; she looks like she'd chew my head off and spit it out."

  He laughed heartily. "Maybe with most..."

  I felt there was suggestion there, but I didn't ask. I simply looked over at his wife. She was smiling at me, still holding Gripper's cock as my wife sucked it. I was immediately struck by the intimacy of the entire situation and smiled back at her with gratitude. My wife missed the exchange; she was very slowly sucking his shaft up and down.

  I got very, very hard.

  CHAPTER 8

  The surprise came when Leathers, busy stroking away at his cock and eyeballing my wife's butt, moved up behind her. He grabbed her hips with one hand and stuffed his dick into her pussy with the other.

  He groaned in surprise. "Whoa, fuck that feels good." His hips moved back and forth and his cock slid in and out of my wife's exposed pussy. For her part, she moaned around Gripper's cock and wriggled her butt.

  Tequila said, "Let me have some, hun."

  Kristy pulled her mouth off his dick and up to his face. They kissed deep as Tequila took over sucking Gripper's shaft. Leathers shoved his cock into my wife slowly so she could kiss Gripper.

  Big Pizza nudged me. "Hot, huh?"

  I stammered, "Y-yeah."

  He was nodding. "Tequila is very playful, but your wife is younger and tighter. She figured if she was going to get as much as before, she'd have to involve her."

  I asked, "You don't mind her doing this?"

  The captain chuckled. "Fuck no?"

  I shrugged. "I didn't know many people did this..."

  He shrugged in return. "Maybe, maybe not. Some of us here in the club do. Some don't. I've never seen Smoke do anything like this." Smoke was the vice-president's girlfriend. He said, "Angela can be playful when she's around, but we all use condoms with her."

  I watched Leathers pull on my wife's hips, his cock pressed deep. He started huffing and jerking, blowing his load deep in her pussy.

  Big Pizza quietly laughed and whispered, "That's unusual for him. He usually lasts a lot longer."

  Leathers pulled out and Gripper pulled my wife over him. He twisted her to face outward. Tequila had a hold of his dick and guided it towards my wife's pussy. Sperm ran down from her, dripping onto Gripper's cock and Tequila's hand.

  Kristy looked at me again with those searching eyes. I saw her gaze drop down to my jeans and then she closed her eyes. She settled onto the cock beneath her.

  Gripper had my wife around the waist. He tilted his hips up and drove his shaft straight up into her pussy.

  I think Kristy and I moaned at the same time.

  Tequila used her hand to stroke her fingers over Kristy's clit and Gripper's shaft. She kissed him as he fucked my wife.

  Leathers was lying back in a chair, lazily stroking his cock while he watched. He saw me looking and he grinned. "She sure is a hot number. Thanks, Jimmy."

  I could only nod; I didn't trust my voice to sound anything but strangled with lust.

  Kristy's moaning became louder. Her eyes were closed and her body visibly trembling. She did little riding of her own; Gripper was doing all the work, his thick dick pushing up into her pussy over and over. She gritted her teeth, turning her moans to groans. Then she coughed loud, convulsing on Gripper's cock. My wife came on him, her hips moving in tight jerks.

  Watching her cum on another man's cock brought back the excitement of seeing it before, reminding me how hot it was to watch. I tried to shift my stance to ease the pressure on my dick.

  Tequila murmured, "My turn, girl. I think you're ready, now."

  Big Pizza nudged me. "We're up, Jimmy. Come give me a hand."

  I wasn't sure what he meant by we or hand, but I moved forward with him. He stripped. I was amazed. I thought Dealer had a big dick. Big Pizza was sort of a hefty guy, but his nickname might as well have referred to his cock. Fat and long, I wondered if he was going to be able to use it on Kristy at all. She certainly wasn't going to get her mouth over that thing.

  Apparently, Big Pizza was more concerned with me. He said, "Stroke me. Get me ready."

  "Huh? Me? I'm not gay."

  He leaned back and laughed. "Has nothing to do with gay, son. Has everything to do with you participating. Those who like to watch tend to really appreciate being involved. It's not gay to get me ready to fuck her. You could even suck on it, if you want to. Nothing gay about it."

  I coughed. "You'd suck me if I wanted to..." I pointed at Tequila.

  He looked at me as if I'd slapped him. "Fuck yeah, what's the matter with you?"

  I was surprised. "Oh. It's just I've never done anything gay—"

  His hand stopped me. "It's not gay. I suppose it might be if you did all that so you could take it up the ass."

  Tequila was settling her pussy onto Gripper's cock. She giggled.

  Kristy was staring at me and Big Pizza – and his large, fat cock.

  Big Pizza said, "Do you take it up the ass, Jimmy?" His question almost sounded as serious as something from a job interview.

  "No! I mean, never. No, I don't do that."

  He chuckled. "Then you aren't gay. Now, get your jeans off. Then reach in there and get your fingers wet with all those juices." He pointed at my wife's pussy.

  I had no problem with that. Feeling other men's cum in her was exciting. She was sitting on the foot of the bed and laid back to allow me. She wore a quizzical smile without any of the uncertainty of before. I had stripped my jeans off, freeing my aching cock. I inserted the fingers of my right hand and moved them around inside my wife's sloppy pussy.

  Big Pizza grunted. "Good, now stroke that onto me."

  Something deep inside jumped in excitement, knowing that I was lubing this man up to help him get that thing into my wife. With a hand trembling in excitement, I wrapped my fingers around his semi-hard shaft. I let out an explosive breath and squeezed a little, feeling the mushy sponginess of his hardening cock. I immediately began stroking, feeling the hot skin slide beneath my fingers.

  In seconds, he was hard.

  I moved my fingers around the soft helmet and down the stiff shaft. His girth filled my hand with heat and hard desire. I stroked faster, realizing how fun getting him ready was.

  He stopped me. "Good enough, I think. Now, do you want it up your ass?"

  I coughed, reddening. "Fuck no."

  He laughed. "See? You aren't gay. Get on the bed next to her. Up by her head."

  Tequila climbed off Gripper. She had been facing him. She settled back down onto him facing out so she could watch what was going on at the foot of the bed.

  Gripper shifted, moving his feet towards the side of the bed a bit so I could sit next to Kristy's head.

  She said to me, "That looked hot. I didn't know you liked stroking cock other than your own."

  My eyes were wide. "Uh, me neither."

>   Big Pizza moved over her and pressed his huge helmet against her pussy. "I think you're ready." He leaned, pressing. Kristy gasped, her body shaking with tension. But within a second or two, I watched his shaft slide in, disappearing into her body. I could only see the top of her parted lips, but his cock was definitely inside her. He let out a long breath. "Still as tight as ever. Jimmy, reach between us and get some of that cum leaking out of her."

  I did so, feeling his heat and hard shaft pointing straight into my wife's wet pussy. Cum had leaked out as he had pushed in. I wet my fingers with it.

  He nodded. "Now lube up your cock."

  Wondering what he was going to have me do with it, I gladly spread it around my shaft.

  He nodded again, panting. "Good, good." His hand came up as he leaned on the other. He gripped my shaft and squeezed. Feeling another man's rough fingers wrapped around my cock made it twitch. He twisted his hand around, lubing up my shaft and his fingers. It felt as if every nerve of lust and tension throughout my body was being pulled by his fingers. He grunted. "You've lost a lot of weight..."

  I had. But I didn’t dwell on that as he immediately followed his comment by shoving hard into my wife. He pushed and heaved as if he were using his hips to shove a dishwasher uphill. At the same time, he pulled on my cock. Each heave was simultaneously delivered with a pull on my shaft. I groaned loudly in surprise.

  Tequila laughed and so did Leathers.

  Gripper was busy gasping and grunting. I guessed he was cumming. His balls were ballooned out and jerking, his shaft not even visible. Yep, he was shooting a load up Tequila's pussy. For a brief second, I felt jealous. Big Pizza had suggested I might be doing that with her and she wanted it. But my distraction couldn't last. His heaving his fat shaft into my wife while pulling on my straining erection drew my attention as surely as a gunshot.

  I leaned back, quivering as he pulled on my lust and need - shaking as I watched his cock slide forward forcefully into my wife's pussy. The dual sensation and sight was so very energizing. I realized I could do this every day and never grow tired of it.

  Kristy's face was screwed up in concentration, her body rocking back and forth with mighty movements. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy as her pussy took a pounding.

  Instantly surprised and stunned by the move, I accepted Tequila's mouth over mine. Her tongue lashed in, finding mine and moving around it. Ack, she sucked Gripper! But I didn't pull away. I guess it's not gay... I kissed her back, my body trembling harder. My arms were supporting me behind as I leaned back. They began to ache and shake, threatening collapse. My feet erupted in spasms. I groaned suddenly and felt my orgasm rush up my thighs and hips. My cock expanded in Big Pizza's grip as his wife tongue-fucked my mouth.

  I exploded, cum squirting hard from my dick.

  Tequila pulled away, watching with a big smile on her face. "Mmm, nice. Like the last time. Very impressive." She had been the one to jerk my dick while I was chained down and forced to watch Dealer fuck my new bride.

  I panted. Big Pizza released my dick. Tequila took over, gently gripping it and squeezing. She whispered, "How come you never flirt with me? Am I too old?"

  I gasped, "No, I just thought you didn't want it. Someone flirting with you."

  "Just because of what you see at the bar?" She sat back, looking perplexed. "The guys you don't want are all over you. The guys you do want aren't. Doesn't that figure?"

  Kristy was listening to us, watching, but her eyes were so glazed over I couldn't tell if she was really aware or not.

  Big Pizza sped his motions, not ramming as hard – almost as if, instead of pushing, he was just fanning his cock into her. He grunted, his face crinkling up with effort. Then he began panting in sharp gasps as he trembled over her.

  Tequila said, "That's my big boy. Fill that pussy."

  My cock gave a mighty twitch in her hand, sending another short stream out, but not very far.

  She leaned over and kissed me again, giving my shrinking cock a gentle squeeze. She pulled away with a sultry smile. "You should try flirting sometime."

  Her husband blew out a breath. "Yeah, try it; it won't kill you."

  Kristy added in, "You might like it."

  I laughed. Why is everyone trying to get me to flirt with Tequila?

  Gripper was pulling on his clothes. "She likes it."

  Leathers was relaxing, watching, his beer bottle swinging idly from his hand.

  Tequila said, "I won't say anything to Donna if that matters."

  Kristy frowned.

  Oh fuck.

  Big Pizza pulled out of my wife and stood there, his large pole hanging down and covered with her juices and his sperm. He pointed to the blanket on the bed. "Prospect, get that blanket into the laundry." He winked.

  However, Kristy's response was not encouraging.

  CHAPTER 9

  I rode home with Kristy hugging me on the Harley. The comforting rumble did little to settle my thoughts. While learning some new things, I found my wife's reaction promising something other than a warm welcome.

  In the trailer, she asked, "What did Tequila mean? Are you still doing things with Donna?"

  I blew out a breath. I figured she wasn't going to understand now if she hadn't understood before. Donna was a prospect like me. But she was also more like us than Tequila. Ostracized by her own husband and called names for wanting to be a biker, Donna was going through the same kind of social solitude that had brought Kristy and me into the Iron Crows.

  I didn't answer her question. Why should I? She hadn't said anything about Ghost. I said instead, "What's going on with you and Ghost?"

  "What do you mean?"

  I coughed, throwing out my hands. "Do you think I'm blind? Sitting on his lap, arms around his neck, shirt undone. Giggles and gasps behind closed doors—"

  "He's just a friend." She was pouting.

  "And so is Donna."

  There was heat in her voice. "Why her? She's ugly. Why not Tequila? Tequila's nice."

  "And so is Donna."

  "Why do you keep talking about her?"

  I gave her both raised eyebrows. "Stop asking about her and I will."

  She crossed her arms and scowled. "I don't want you doing anything with Donna. If you have to do something, do it with Tequila."

  "And what about Ghost? How come you've told me nothing?"

  Her answer was to spin around and stomp to the bedroom.

  I went after her. "No answer, huh? You tell me the strict rules but you get to do whatever you want?"

  She was crying. "You wanted me to fit in."

  Anger building, I shouted, "I wanted us to fit in. Us!"

  "I feel like I'm worth something to them—"

  That kind of argument hit home with me, too. But... "Does that mean you have to pull trains for whoever wants some pussy?"

  Her face turned red, but not with anger. "How do I be nice? Bake them cookies?"

  "That might be better than dropping naked for every guy in there."

  She launched at me, pounding both fists together on my chest. "You like it. Why the sudden anger now?"

  She was right, of course. Brutally, totally right. I sighed, wondering what I was bothered about.

  Her voice was strangled, "What do you want, Jimmy Butcher?"

  Unfortunately, that was not the best way to address me; she knew I hated being called Jimmy. I couldn't answer her; my temper was flaming. I couldn't - wouldn't - hit her, either. I spun and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

  ~ ~ ~

  I rode at the back of the pack with Donna and the other hang arounds. Behind me were Slicer, Pulverizer, Slaughter, and Meatgrinder. Behind them came the vans and trucks. Some were for bikes that might break down. Some carried food, drinks, and others carried the event gear and prizes.

  With nothing resolved from our argument, this ride back down into the city almost felt like a regression of fortune. Returning to the loneliness, the destitution, and the hopelessness of city-
life – or what it had been for us. Kristy, gripping me on the Harley, radiated distance.

  What might have been a very comforting growl and vibration of dozens of Harleys instead became the grind of doom. At least, that's how my thoughts were playing out. But even my morose maunderings eventually gave way to pleasure at the ride.

  Tight up front, Big Pizza and Dealer rode together. Behind trailed almost twenty Iron Crows. Us prospects and hang arounds brought up the rear, except at the back where Sonar and Smiley acted as trailing road captains. When we switched lanes, the signal was passed back and Sonar and Smiley changed first. Then the front of the line changed, followed on down the line by the rest of us. I could feel the sinuous link between us all and wondered if I could ever school myself to react as fast as those up front did.

  Though I felt elated at the ride and had overcome my reservations about where Kristy and I were headed as a couple, I felt a filth descend on me as we took the offramp into the city. I was back, but it was not home.

  ~ ~ ~

  I pulled up and backed the Harley into a spot next to Firehose on the left and Donna on the right. The lot was across from a decent-looking sports bar I had never seen while living here.

  Bandidos were everywhere, talking, laughing, watching. Despite being told we were welcomed, I felt a little tense. Some of these guys dealt in drugs? Most of them looked like us. I remembered my instructions on meeting etiquette and kept my mouth shut.

  Kristy disappeared with the other ladies on her own mission of whatever. I stayed close to Twenty like I was told. Donna went with an Iron Crow named Jacks and so did the hang arounds.

  The bar across the street was the initial starting point of the poker run. There was an area at the end of the run where we were all to gather: the Veterans of Foreign Wars post. I hadn't seen it yet, but it apparently held what we needed: a nice conference hall, a large parking lot and grounds on which we would be holding our event.

  I followed Twenty as he joined Dealer, Sonar and Gripper. Big Pizza blazed a way into the bar with several Iron Crows following. I stayed in the background as Dealer met with several Bandidos well away from the others.