My Wife or a Whore 1 - Sex Stories

My Wife or a Whore 1

... your hands together and welcome back the lovely, the incomparable, the beautiful Nancy!"

The roar of a motorcycle came over the loudspeakers. The crowd went wild as the curtains opened revealing my wife standing in front of a motorcycle. She was dressed in all black leather garments: leather cap, leather jacket, leather chaps, leather riding boots. She looked stereotypical biker broad. The music began with a hard drum beat as she marched straight to the edge of the stage in front of me. Her movements were sharp; her poses were perfectly times to the pounding rhythm. Her hard facial expressions matched the biker theme perfectly. I knew she had taken dance lessons when she was a child, but she had the moves of a highly trained professional dancer. This routine had to have been well rehearsed. The emcee had said "welcome back." How many times had she done this?

Her leather gloves flew to the bike's tires. The crowd was on its feet as she stomped back to where I sat in shock. The leather jacket joined the gloves. Her breasts were almost covered by a black leather bra that matched the rest of her costume. Chrome rivets were centered over her nipples. She briefly made eye contact with me and smiled as she strutted to the bike. She swung a leg over the bike and sat on the seat. Nancy leaned forward and rubbed her leather covered pussy against the seat a half dozen times to the delight of the audience. Swinging her leg off the bike, she locked eyes with a guy at the end of the ...

... state with a hard sultry stare. She knelt in front of him and pointed to the buckle holding one of the chaps to her belt. Clumsily he opened the buckle. She unhooked the ankle buckle and tossed the chap to the motorcycle. She marched to the opposite side of the stage, her boots hitting the floor in time with drumbeat and selected a guy to unbuckle the other chap before slinging it toward the bike. Returning to center stage where I sat, she did a couple high kicks, then turned her back to the audience and unhooked her bra catch. Slowly she pealed the bra off while a hand covered her breasts. After the bra joined the rest of her costume, she turned around keeping her hands over her breasts and squeezed them before pulling on her nipples. She looked me in my eyes. Money was being waved at her from all sides. The panties came off revealing a black leather G-string. I reached for my wallet as she began taking up her collection at stage left. When she got to me, I motioned for her to turn her back to me. She squatted down and I slipped my money under the vertical string between her butt cheeks and under her crotch. I slid the bill down until it was covering her anus. She stood up, looked down between her legs at my money, and gave me a huge smile. After the guy to my left stuck his dollar under her waist band, he yelled in my ear, "You'll get a personal thank you for that c-note! Real personal!"

"What do you mean?" I yelled back.

"You'll find out! Just stick around after the ...