This road trip is changing my wife.
She has never been this wild before. Never wanted me this much before. Never wanted to experiment as much as she did on this trip.
I would do anything to satisfy her needs.
But an ill-fated stop at a bar crawling with bikers is going to put that to the test. Because my wife has a weakness for leather and mean men, and one of them wants to take her into the back and show her just how much he can please her.
I can’t believe I’m letting her go.
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I could hear them in their, her giggles and his grunts. I could hear the shuffling of bodies and hear her light and breathy moans. The scraping of furniture as he pressed her up against it. The smacking of lips as he kissed her.
I saw the crack in the window, giving me a view through the frosted glass and inside the room. Not enough of a view to see much, but enough to see a bit of what was happening.
He had her seated on some sort of cabinet or table, her legs spread and his hips inside of her and pressing against her. Both of them were still fully dressed but it was evident they wouldn’t be for long, his lips were on her neck and her hands were pawing at his back, digging into his shoulders as she moaned with his work. I could see his hands on her thighs, dipping closer and closer inside, teasing her as she begged him to go on in shuddering whispers.
“Here man,” said one of the gruff men keeping me out of the room, “Drink this and don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon.”
He handed me a glass of whiskey and I drowned it in a single go, feeling it go straight to my head. He handed me another and I sipped at it for a moment before turning back to my little window into the action.