A Careless Bet With Outlaw Bikers

A Careless Bet With Outlaw Bikers

By René St Claire

Aaron and Kristie had been together for just over a decade; they met early in their adult lives and had been devoted to each other ever since. They are a good-looking couple; actually, together they are stunning, but individually they each bought something different to the table. Aaron, with his tall, athletic frame, his broad shoulders and lean, strong build; toned through tennis in his youth; and squash as an adult. He has brown eyes, clean skin, and keeps himself well groomed. On the personality front, he is a little quiet and often lets his wife, Kristie, take the lead. While this means Kristie can choose their path, sometimes she just wants to be taken.

Kristie, is truly beautiful; she has a radiance that lights up the room. Her dark hair has ringlets that dance atop her well-toned shoulders, eyes that sparkle with delight, making the green more intense. She has sun-kissed skin, and full lips that curled into a knowing smirk when she is horny. She moved with grace, her body strong and sculpted from years of yoga and barre classes. As a couple, they had built a life that looked architecturally designed, with two beautiful kids, a home in a well-to-do area, and fulfilling careers. But things may have been a little too perfect, and with this perfection, came predictability.

They weren't unhappy, but the groove they found themselves with school pickups, work deadlines, and life admin; has turned into a rut. The passion that had once burned so fiercely between them had mellowed. Their conversations centred around the kids or work, their love-making was humdrum, with Kristie initiating it, then riding Aaron until he came-- if she was lucky, it was after she orgasmed. But mostly it wasn't. Sex was more about obligation than passion. It wasn't that they had lost the attraction to each other; it was more that they needed an explosion to reignite things between them.

And so, one night, over a bottle of Merlot, then a bottle of Shiraz; alcohol sparked an honest conversation. "Things have got to change." Kristie said bluntly, randomly.

"What do you mean?" Aaron said, a little confused by the vagueness of the context.

"We have turned into old people. It is time to shake things up and step out of the comfortable and into something more exciting." She then added: "Sex is boring, we need to rediscover the thrill of being desired -- of fucking without abandon."

"I see what you mean." Aaron knew that love-making wasn't just something you fell into, it was something you fought for. And their marriage needed a lot more fight.

Upon hearing this, Aaron reflected on their present state. Maybe he had become boring? Kristie drove the wildness, and he just rode her wake. But ten years of marriage, two kids, and the grind of daily life had settled over them like an invisible weight, and he allowed it to become an excuse for being lazy in their relationship. He wanted to do better. Kristie must have been frustrated for quite some time for her to bring this up. He wondered if she resented him? But when they locked eyes across the table, when their hands met in the middle, he knew there was still a lot of living to be done together, and it needed to start now. There was a hunger for more. A need to remember not just who they were together; but who they had been before life got in the way.

Neither of them was willing to let the other slip away. They knew they needed to shake things up a bit, to try something a bit wilder than drinking a glass of wine on their terrace.

"Want to go out to a bar?" Aaron asks. "I was thinking about that little wine bar, we love so much."

Kristie eyes him carefully: "Isn't that the same as just drinking here?" She scoffs.

"Ok then, what do you propose?" Aaron responds, taking the bait.

"How about we get out of our comfort zones and go to that dive bar by the railway tracks on the edge of town?" Kristie challenges.

"That can be a bit rough, there are always fights there." Aaron replies. "What if there is trouble?"

"You are right, Let's just do the same old boring routine." Kristie says in a disappointed tone, as she looks away.

"Ok. Fuck it. Let's do it!" Aaron says. Kristie smiles and gives him a big hug.

It started as a joke, a half-drunken, reckless dare, fuelled by the over-indulgence of fine wine and an aching desire deep in Kristie's loins. Aaron too had a desire for something different; something he had dared not say to Kristie, because it was too shocking; in their world it was the pinnacle of taboo.

That's how they ended up at a dive bar on the edge of town called the The Rusty Nail. The bar truly was in disrepair with its two-toned amber tiling that barely clung to the wall, the hanging awning; and the outside seating area on the sidewalk, was a sea of broken glass. Inside, the air smelt of cheap whiskey, cigarette smoke, and something fried in oil that had probably been sitting there all day. The lighting was dim, the floors were sticky, and the walls were covered in half-torn posters of rock bands and fading dartboards. A jukebox in the corner played an old Johnny Cougar song, barely audible over the hum of drunken laughter.

"This place is kind of rough, and not really our crowd." Aaron whined, as he looked around the room. Kristie ignored him and walked in ahead; her hips swaying just enough to grab the attention of the men by the bar; her black dress did not mesh with the worn-out denim and leather worn by the heavily male crowd. Aaron followed close behind, his sharp gaze taking everything in--nervous, but also intrigued.

Kristie loved the danger and the rawness of this place. Her pussy throbbed beneath her dress, and her nipples stood to attention despite the warm room.

They slid into a corner booth, ordering whiskey instead of wine. It burned going down, but it felt right. Kristie was feeling frisky, and kissed Aaron passionately on the lips, when he returned her kiss she reached down to feel the bulge growing behind his zipper. Aaron took this as an invitation to slide his hand up under her dress, beneath the elastic of her G-string, and onto the fleshy folds of his wife's very wet pussy. They knew people were watching, but this only heightened the feeling for Kristie; so much so that she guided his hand to his clit so she could get the relief she was longing for. For Aaron, he was a little uncomfortable, but loved that Kristie was so turn-on, so he went with it. The tension that had built between them over the years began to unravel with every stolen glance and teasing remark made towards their very public display of affection. When Kristie threw her head back in orgasm, everyone within eyeshot had seen her cum.

"That was hot!" Aaron said, trying to show enthusiasm.

"I need more, way more!" Kristie replied as she sculled her second shot.

By their third round, and more public play, Kristie's eyes flickered to the pool table in the back, where two bikers were finishing up a game.

They were exactly what you'd expect in a place like this; rough, broad-shouldered, a slight beer belly; the kind of men who looked like they'd been in their fair share of bar fights. One of the bikers had a thick beard and sleeves of tattoos running up both arms, his vest covered in patches that showed proud membership of an outlaw motorcycle gang. The other was younger but just as dangerous-looking, had a jagged scar running along his jaw, his leather jacket open just enough to show the edge of a knife holster.

Kristie smirked and nudged Aaron. "Think we could take them?" She wanted to take their game further.

Aaron followed her gaze, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face. "At pool? Probably not."

"Good," she said, finishing her drink. "Let's make a bet."

"Nah, they look too dangerous."

"I am going over, come or don't." Aaron reluctantly agreed, not really knowing what she meant by her 'let's make a bet' quip, when she agreed they would probably lose.

A few minutes later, they were at the table, Aaron casually leaning against the edge while Kristie toyed with a pool cue, twirling it between her fingers like she'd done this a hundred times.

"What's the game?" the bearded one asked, his voice a gravelly rumble.

Kristie tilted her head. "Pool. You in?"

The younger biker smirked. "Depends. What are we playing for?"

Aaron arched a brow at Kristie, hoping that she knew what she was doing. She met his gaze, her lips curving into something wicked before she turned back to the bikers. Aaron had always wanted to see Kristie railed by another man; in the deep recesses of his mind he imagined her being ran through by multiple guys; but he was too shy to admit it. This was the longing he had never been able to share with Kristie, he just didn't think she would get it.

"If you win," she said, running her fingers along the edge of the pool table, "I'll kiss you both."

The taller biker let out a slow chuckle, glancing at Aaron. "And you're cool with that?"

"Yes." Aaron said nervously.

"We all saw how fun she is to kiss!" The older one replied.

Aaron just shrugged, his nervous smirk never fading. "We will need something in return when we win."

"And what's that?"

Kristie leaned in, lowering her voice just enough to make it dangerous. "The most expensive bottle of whiskey behind that bar. And a shot of whatever the hell you're drinking--just so we can celebrate."

The bikers exchanged a glance, then grinned.

"It's a bet. You're on." He then put out his hairy hand to seal the deal with a hand shake. "I am Griff, and this here is Jim."

Kristie put her hand out to shake. Once the deal was done, Griff took her hand and kissed it. Kristie laughed: "I am Kristie, and this is my husband Aaron."

The game started with a sharp crack as the cue ball slammed into the rack, sending solids and stripes scattering across the faded green felt. The bar had quieted slightly, a few onlookers gathering with drinks in hand, drawn by the sight of two yuppies in their bar, playing pool with the toughest guys in here. The scene did not make sense, and they sensed that it may have an interesting ending.

Kristie played first, sinking a striped ball in the back-corner pocket; the younger biker let out a low whistle, at both her skill, and the fact her dress rode up to show her bare ass cheeks as she took her shot. Both noticed that her left butt-cheek was adorned with a small rose tattoo.

"Nice rose! I bet it smells good." The older biker chides.

Aaron followed up, lining up his cue with the pressure of a man who was scared to lose the game and the bet. But the bikers weren't pushovers. Griff was ruthless, clearing two solids in a row. Jim, the younger biker, was even better, making risky shots that somehow always landed.

As the game went on, the bet felt more and more reckless. Kristie felt the heat of Aaron's gaze as she bent over the table for a long shot. The bikers watched her with amusement and anticipation, one staring at the perfect curvature of her almost bare ass; while the younger one looked down her top at her braless cleavage, as it hung on the edge of the pool table. Aaron's pulse pounded as the balls dwindled, the game was coming to an end, and he was choking with fear.

Then, with a smirk and a very skilful stroke, the younger biker sank the eight-ball in the corner pocket.

Kristie straightened, exchanging a glance with Aaron. He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head.

"Guess you're up, sweetheart," the bearded biker said, setting his cue aside, his grin equal parts smug and desire.

Kristie bit her lip, her pulse spiking--whether from nerves or excitement, she wasn't entirely sure.

Aaron leaned in, his voice low in her ear. "Still having fun?" He wanted her to feel the heat of the impending danger they now faced, due to her reckless behaviour.

She turned to Aaron, her eyes dancing with mischief. "More than I have in years."

"Sit up on the table." The older biker commands. Kristie complies. He steps in closer and puts hands on her outer thighs, and slowly moves up under her dress.

"What do you think you are doing?" Aaron and Kristie say in unison.

"The bet was that if you lost the game we can kiss. You didn't say where I could or couldn't kiss you; so, as the winner, I get to choose where I kiss you." The older biker retorts with an evil grin.

The younger steps in to block Aaron's interference: "You do not want to break a bet with us. Things will get ugly, and the bet won't be the only thing that will be broken." Aaron quickly backed down, leaving Kristie to face the horny biker alone.

The mood inside The Rusty Nail shifted. The noise had quietened, and low murmurs rippled through the bar as word spread about the bet. The crowd pressed in closer, drinks in hand, eager for a show. A few smirks, a couple of whistles; everyone wanted to see if Kristie would follow through.

Kristie, sensing the danger, complies and the older biker, and allows him to remove her black-lace G-string. As she felt his rough hands on her delicate folds, she knew her pussy had betrayed her. The biker easily slid a single finger into her sopping velvet tunnel, going all the way up to his knuckle. Kristie gasped at the dirtiness of the scene. Griff, with his finger still deep in her snatch; leaned into her and whispered: "I hope your husband can't see how much you are loving this."

Kristie bit her lip as the biker slipped a second finger into her delicate folds. Aaron could see what Griff was doing; but he thought it best he pretends he did not see the very dangerous outlaw that was finger-banging his wife on the pool table, in front of a bunch of criminals.

Griff withdrew his fingers, locked eyes with the married couple, and licked them clean. The growing crowd cheered as the biker held up this yuppy-chick's underwear like a trophy. "We can lick your pussy, and you can suck our dicks in front of the whole bar, or we can go out to a dark area of the car park where it is more private and fuck you properly." He said to Kristie.

"Fuck her on the pool table." Yelled someone from the crowd.

"Show us her tits and cunt!" Yelled another.

Kristie glanced around, feeling the weight of hungry eyes on the hem of her dress. With her panties in the older biker's hands, it was clear to the whole bar that she was naked underneath. She had always loved attention, thrived on it even--but this? This was something else. Her pulse pounded in her throat as she turned back to the bikers, their grins dripping with expectation.

The bearded one--Griff, cocked his head toward the door. "Don't wanna give these vultures a free show, do you, sweetheart? We won't be able to control what happens to you when we are finished."

"But the bet was just a kiss." Kristie pleads.

Griff leans in close, puts his hand up her dress and 2 fingers into her hungry cunt; he whispers: "Jim and I are going to walk out that door, and you are going to follow and do as we say. If you don't, you won't make it off this pool table before every guy in here has fucked you multiple times." He withdraws his finger and lets her go.

"I want to go outside with you." Kristie concedes.

The younger biker, Jim, smirked. "Yeah, let's take them somewhere a little more... private."

Kristie felt Aaron shift beside her, his presence steady, grounding. He wasn't stopping this. He was waiting. Watching. And that sent a whole new thrill through her.

The bikers turned, heading for the door, and Kristie hesitated just long enough for the crowd to start chanting.

"Inside! Inside! Inside!" Confirming in Kristie's mind that she made the right decision to go with the bikers outside. Jim shot the crowd a menacing look, and they knew better than to follow.

A rush of heat, part humiliation, part fear; burned through her chest. There was no backing out now. She grabbed Aaron's hand, fingers tightening around his sweaty palm as they followed the bikers into the night.

The air outside was cool, sharp, a stark contrast to the sickly heat of the bar. The parking lot was mostly empty, save for a few idling bikes and trucks. The neon glow from the bar's flickering sign cast long shadows, making the uncertainty of what to happen to them even scarier; ominous even.

Griff walked to his bike, reaching behind the seat and unfastened a tightly rolled bedroll strapped to the back. He untied it and let it unfurl onto the pavement, the thick fabric landing with a soft thump on the ground between the motorcycles and a hedge. At least they were shielded from full view of the public.

Jim let out a low chuckle, kicking back against his own bike, arms crossed. "No sense getting dirty, while we are getting dirty, right?"

Kristie's breath caught in her throat, her mind spinning, heart pounding so hard she was sure Aaron could hear it.

He leaned in, his voice shaking, full of regret and fear. "Still having fun?" A joke was how he kept his panic at bay.

Kristie swallowed, her lips parting slightly. "I don't know yet." She responded, feeling both scared and a little excited.

"Remove her dress." Griff said to Jim. "I want to see this hot, little, yuppy-bitch naked." He added.

Kristie did not argue this time; Aaron assumed her obedience was out of fear that if she didn't comply, they would leave her to the mercy of the rest of the bar. She stands still, as Jim unzipped her dress and let it fall to the ground; both of the bikers gasped at her ample tits and shaved pussy. Griff snapped a photo of Kristie in all her glory, before she tried to cover herself with her arms and hands.

"None of that. Show yourself." Kristie was scared they would see her sopping pussy and erect nipples; they would see that her body had already given into whatever carnal desires they had for her; but what they couldn't see, her mind had not yet surrendered.

"Now I am going to turn the video on, and you are going to say: You wanted to come outside with us, you want to be naked and have adult fun with the both of us." Griff instructs, being careful to keep the language open for interpretation.

The threat of the hungry crowd inside was still fresh in both the minds of Aaron and Kristie, making Kristie comply immediately: "I wanted to come outside and be naked with you both and have some adult fun." She says into the camera with an honest confidence, making the bikers smile and high-five each other.

"Good girl. We are going to fuck you raw and in all three holes." Jim says as he unbuckles his pants releasing a very hard dick that stood at about 7 inches, with a snake skin tattooed down his shaft.

Aaron gasps; his mouth was dry and he had a lump form in his throat, feeling both scared and a little excited.

"The bet was just a kiss." Kristie tries to argue again.

"You can have fun out here with us, or we can put you back on that pool table inside and you can take your chances with the locals. They know you're fair game and if you go back in there each and every one of them will fuck you; and then they'll call their mates, and they'll all fuck you to. They'll stretch out your holes until there is nothing left of you." Griff answers. Kristie just nods, and accepts her fate.

"Shall we fuck her first, or have her blow us first." Jim asks.

"Lay back and open your legs, I want to collect my kiss." Griff mocks her, whilst taking charge from Jim. "Here, record us tearing up your wife's holes." He says to Aaron, handing him a camera.

Kristie watches the hairy biker hungrily peer up at her with her vagina in the foreground; he gives her an evil grin as his head disappears down onto her soft, velvety folds; sending a volt of pleasure through her body. Her body betrayed her, as she reacted to the probing tongue of the very skilful biker. Griff soaked up the aroma as he placed his mouth on either side of her pussy-lips, sucking them gently, before expertly moving his tongue in a continuous pattern over and around her clit; occasionally dipping his tongue into her womanhood. Kristie could not help but to flood his mouth and chin with her salty juices.