Motorcycle MILFs Gang-Fucked in Sturgis - Sex Stories

Motorcycle MILFs Gang-Fucked in Sturgis

... could go on vacations to more-distant locations and save money on hotels, also avoiding uncomfortably long bike rides. The RV had room for two couples to sleep comfortably, and David and Jaclyn often traveled with us. During the spring of the year following our first year in the group, we were able to start safely riding again after the snow melted. That’s when David informed us about the annual motorcycle rally that was held in Sturgis, South Dakota, during the first full week of August each year. Sturgis is a small town of less than seven thousand people, five hundred and fifty miles and an eight and a half hour drive from Omaha. Amazingly, the event attracts motorcycle riders from all over the world, with attendance usually exceeding five hundred thousand riders. It was none too early to plan ahead, and I made reservations to park our RV in the Whitewood Campground and Events Center, which is only about eight miles and a ten minute ride to Sturgis. David and I also scheduled our vacations for that week. During the spring and early summer of that year, we traveled on several weekend trips, with David and Jaclyn sharing the RV with us. We were becoming closer to them than Emma and I had ever been with another couple. David is a good looking man, just a little taller and more muscular than me, and he always seemed to be finding opportunities to be close to Emma, even hugging her and kissing her on the cheek from time to time. It all appeared innocent at first, and Jaclyn ...

... not only didn’t seem to mind, but she was also more and more friendly with me. Jaclyn is also a beautiful woman, with a body almost as voluptuous as Emma’s. It was hard not to get aroused when she sometimes kissed my cheek, blowing in my ear, as she whispered something to me. After a while it became common for us to dance with one another’s wives almost exclusively when we were in the biker bars. By mid-summer our intimacy had increased to the point that we were openly kissing, tightly hugging, and rubbing the asses of each other’s wives, mainly when everyone had been drinking. David’s wife is a good kisser and I was attracted to her, but it was even more arousing for me watching Emma with David. They would sometimes tightly embrace and kiss for many minutes at a time, while barely moving on the dance floor. David was usually rubbing Emma’s ass, which looks fantastic in her tight, leather pants, and grinding his crotch against her stomach. She was also rubbing his back, and sometimes rubbing and holding his ass, so he would be even more tightly pressed against her. I got so turned on watching Emma with him, and I couldn’t help but think of our bedroom fantasies about Emma fucking other men. One night near the middle of July, things got erotically out of hand. We were in a campground in Iowa that was located only a short walk from a biker bar. We drank more heavily than usual that night, since we didn’t have to ride to get back to the RV. After drinking and dancing for almost ...