Drunk wife slut biker

By the time she was ready to go, I was sleeping again, but she woke me up to let me know she was leaving and to see if I needed anything before she left. Her skirt was a short, black, shiny nylon skirt, with a split in the back of it that gave you a pretty good view of the upper portion of her thighs and also let you see that she was wearing a pair of very high quality, shear black, with seams up the back, thigh high stockings that had lace around the tops of them. She won't talk like that unless she is drunk, or horny, or preferably, both at the same time! She carried a little more weight around her middle than she would have liked, but she was still a looker, and garnered men's attention anywhere she went, especially when she was dressed this sexy. Emily and I were the only two women in the place and when we walked in, dressed the way we were, we got some hoots, hollers, and whistles from the guys, some of whom I knew and recognized. Most of the guys didn't take the whole 15 minutes. We sat there making small talk, sometimes talking to Howard, watching highlights on the big screen, and Emily was checking out the bikers, asking me about the ones I knew.

Now my wife had a cock at both ends. She was beginning to show enthusiasm which was beginning to shock me. When I finished my business I walked over scooped up my wife in my arms and carried her down to the stream. She let out a yelp and started crying even harder. She started saying things like "oh fuck yeah" and "yes, fuck me". I didn't last much longer and soon I was cuming.

It was on her blouse. She was really into it, working her ass and body back onto my cock, we were fucking like mad. He must have been big because I could see the look on my wife's face had changed to one of pain. At that point, what I assumed to be the leader of these guys stepped up and told her to be quite and that there was nothing that I could do.