Motorcycle MILFs Gang-Fucked in Sturgis - Sex Stories

Motorcycle MILFs Gang-Fucked in Sturgis

... the trip to Sturgis. One of the other couples that we had been swapping with was also able to go, and they planned to sleep in a tent next to our RV. It was exciting being in that huge crowd, and the sound of the growling engines, the smell of exhaust, and the glint of sunlight off of chrome were only part of the exhilaration. There were people of every description, with an interesting mixture of professional, blue-collar, and even more-rowdy, gang-banger types. Many of the women looked sexy in their tight pants and low-cut tops, and didn’t mind at all showing off their assets. We enjoyed the exhibits, rallies, and other entertainment during the day. At night we went to the bars, and ended up with all three of us couples back in the RV, sucking and fucking until we were exhausted. On the fourth night we were feeling adventurous, and went to a crowded biker bar that seemed to cater to a more-unsavory crowd. Most of the other bars had a good mix of men and women riders, but this one had mostly younger, heavily tattooed, and dirty looking men, probably in their twenties, without many women. It was a normal bar layout in the front, with a game room in the back that had card and pool tables, as well as a big, cushy leather couch. We knew that we had to ride back to the RV, so we tried to take it easy on the drinking. I’m a pretty good poker player, and I sat down to play at a table with mostly young men. Being older and having more experience, I thought that I had a good chance ...

... of beating those younger men. The rest of our group played pool and drank, as they watched us play. I certainly had a good enough income to afford to play, but I had brought only two thousand dollars in cash with me on the trip, planning to make most of our purchases with credit cards. As I played and drank more, the stakes were slowly increasing. I had a bad streak with lousy hands, and was down to my last five hundred dollars. The younger men were having a good time taunting me for losing so much to them. I hit some good luck on the next hand, and was holding four queens and a ten. The betting increased, and my last five hundred was in the pot. My last bet was raised, and I needed to come up with another one thousand dollars to stay in the hand. I asked Danny, the man who raised me if he would loan me the money to call his raise. I told him that I was an attorney and that I was good for it in case I lost the hand. That discussion attracted the attention of my group, and they were all watching as Danny said, “No fucking way, old man. I don’t trust you with a thousand bucks. What do you have for collateral? Maybe you’d like to put that hot wife of yours in the pot. I’ve been looking at those nice tits and fine ass all evening.” I laughed and asked, “What do you mean by ‘put her in the pot’?” He replied, “Well, it’s pretty simple. You put her up for collateral, and if you win the pot, you take the money. If I win, then my buddies and I get to spend two hours with your wife, any ...