An adult stories – Kathryn Starts Her Hotwife Journey Pt. 03 by thestoryguy33,
I would like to credit Kenji Sato for editing help. The story would never make it to post without your assistance.
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Part 3: Kathryn gets carried away on vacation.
I’ve led Kathryn astray with three different men so far. She has enjoyed every bit of it and wants to keep exploring. Our personal sex life has become a lot more intense over the past year, as well. I would be lying if I said I craved sex more than my wife. She was turning into an addict in the sex department.
Kathryn is five-foot-five inches tall with strawberry-blonde straight hair to the middle of her back, which she will curl for special occasions. She has these mesmerizing hazel eyes, and her chin is a little longer with more rounded cheeks. Kathryn is a little more thick than thin. She is a nice thirty-six-inch D-cup, and I love it when she shows them off.
The story…
I planned a long weekend getaway for Kathryn and me. I had arranged for the kids to stay with my parents to give us more freedom. The quaint, small, lakeside town we were visiting was a five-hour drive away and had many bars and lake-oriented activities.
We found an Airbnb a few blocks from town, but the price was outrageous. We didn’t know why until we showed up and discovered it was a biker rally weekend. It wasn’t one of those vast rallies, but more of a local thing.
Kathryn and I arrived late Thursday night. I was meeting a client on Friday afternoon, so we had a quick bite to eat at the bar that night. We couldn’t help but notice all the tight denim, leather, and such on the ladies walking around. Kathryn talked about it as we lay in bed that night. I felt like she was developing more of an affliction to dress sexy than I was of seeing her in sexy clothes.
The next day Kathryn wanted to check out the bikes and the scene. It was hard not to notice the women again in all that leather and skimpy clothes. As a couple walked past us, I tried not to look for too long, but Kathryn couldn’t take her eyes off the woman. She wore tight, black leather pants, big black heels, and a black leather bra for a top.
Kathryn pulled me to the side of a small shop. “How do you think I would look in that outfit?” she smirked, as she pretended to look at the nicknacks in the shop.
“I don’t think you would wear something like that out in public, would you?” I smiled at her.
“Maybe. It’s not like we know anyone up here.” She took my hand and walked me back outside.
I was a bit nervous leaving my wife for a few hours alone. I wasn’t stereotyping, but my wife was hot, and I’m sure she would get hit on a lot. Plus, she might want to buy some leather pants and walk around without me. I left Kathryn at the Airbnb around noon.
I had a long drive to the client’s house and wasn’t too familiar with the area so, of course, I got lost. I found the farm in the middle of nowhere and was an hour late. Upon my arrival, the client told me he was sorry for the confusion about locating his ranch, which happened often, and that he had another meeting to take care of, so he asked if I could wait longer.
I walked around the beautiful farm while I waited. I had come to sell irrigation equipment for decorative landscaping. Primarily, I dealt with apartment complexes, large industrial complexes, and other commercial establishments. We recently branched out into agriculture, and I was meeting with the owner of one of the largest farms in the state.
“Of course, I was late. I’m going to be out here longer than anticipated. I tried to call you, but the reception was awful out here,” I texted Kathryn.
“It happens. Is the guy mad?” she texted back.
“No. He understood but had another meeting, so he had to push me back an hour. What are you doing?” I texted as I paced around the front of the house.
“Shopping,” she replied.
“For some of those knickknacks? Lol,” I texted back.
“No. Clothes to surprise you,” she responded.
I was about to text back but I saw the assistant coming over. I was curious but worried. Many thoughts ran through my head as to what she would be buying. I figured it was probably something sexy, but was I going to be walking my wife around biker bars in a leather bra?
Just then, I got called to the meeting. It was already late, around three PM. I blocked out what Kathryn might be doing and focused on the meeting. Around five o’clock, I took a break to check on my wife.
“Sorry about not getting back. This guy is quite the talker,” I texted.
“How soon ’til you get back? I’m anxious,” she texted back, with a devil emoji.
“Hopefully soon. What do you have planned?” I looked around nervously to make sure no one was near me.
“I want you to pick me up in one of the bars. A dirty biker girl out looking for fun,” Kathryn responded and then sent a picture of her breasts in this red leather crop-top bustier. She had it half-zipped, and her nipples were almost showing.
“I’ll hurry and leave soon. I will text when I’m leaving. Text me the bar where I should meet you,” I texted back, as I hurried into the house to tell the client I had to get going.
It was about seven PM when I hit the road. My plan to leave the client got squashed when he made me stay for dinner. He was a boisterous, country-type and insisted I stay to finish the deal over dinner. I had no reception in the house, so I looked at my phone when I got into my car.
I had five missed messages from Kathryn.
“When are you leaving?”
“I’m all dressed and ready to go. It is almost seven p.m.”
“Seriously, Josh? Please respond.”
“I walked down to this place. It is called Danny’s Pool Room. You better hurry!”
“I’m playing pool with some guys. You might have competition.” With another devil emoji.
“I’m on my way. Probably an hour or so. Wait for me!” I quickly texted back, as I sped away from the house.
I went to the Airbnb and parked the car. I didn’t go inside. I broke out in a brisk walk-jog down to the bar. On the way down, I texted her to let her know I would be there in a few minutes. I got to the bar around eight-fifteen PM.
Bikes were parked everywhere. People were out on the road, drinking and hollering. At first glance inside, it was a vast place. It was a dive bar, but it was bustling. There was a long, maybe thirty-seat bar on one side, and maybe ten pool tables, all occupied. I studied the bar first and didn’t see my wife. I walked through the tables and got some glances as I passed a few of them.
I couldn’t find Kathryn anywhere. When I looked at my phone, she hadn’t responded. I asked the bartender if this was the only bar. He pointed to a back door and said there was another smoking bar.
Confused, I opened the door and walked outside to another area. The pool tables were covered, but outside of them was an open pavement area. Leather stools with high-top tables were scattered around. Outside of the metal railing were more bikes. I scanned for Kathryn.
There was a small group in the back. Two tall, burly men in jeans and leather jackets were playing pool. Two ladies sat on the stools around one table as another burly man stood over one of the ladies.
Kathryn hadn’t seen me yet. She was sitting on the stool before the lone man at the table. She was in tight, matte black leather pants. I watched her stand up from the stool. She was tall in the boots she wore; they had a big spike and were platforms, ones where the shoes stopped at the bottom of her knee, but laced up to the top of the boot.
One of the guys who was shooting pool handed her a cue. She gave it to the man behind her. Slowly, she removed the black leather biker jacket she had on. When she turned back to me, I could see her breasts in the tight red corset top, which exposed some of her stomach. The zipper on the front of the top was zipped up. It didn’t matter; her breasts still pushed the top out.
Kathryn’s shiny red gloss lipstick matched the color of the top. Even the color of her nails matched. Her smoky-black eyeshadow gave her this bad-girl look. I thought a typical biker chick probably wouldn’t be so coordinated, but my wife wasn’t the average biker babe. She took the cue from the man and walked over to the table. Her long, flowing, straight blonde hair was draped down her back in a high ponytail. Usually, a hint of red would strike it, but it had become more bleached with the summer sun.
Coincidentally, Kathryn looked my way to bend over and take a shot at the pool balls. She didn’t notice me, but I saw her breasts dropping down in the tight leather top. She giggled as she missed, and walked back to the guy beside her. She handed the cue to him. This strange man stopped as he walked past my wife. He gave her a firm smack on her butt. I could see her butt jiggle as he made contact. Afterward, he gave it a firm squeeze and then released it to walk over to the table.
I had hoped she might look at her phone at this point, but she didn’t. The woman next to her was in a tight, red leather dress. She had on sizeable, black spike heels. To my amazement, she reached into her purse and handed my wife a cigarette. Kathryn was very health conscious and though she took risks sexually, she was very particular about what went into her body. The woman lit both cigarettes, and my wife slowly pulled one away from her lips. Not a cough or anything, as she exhaled smoke upwards.
The two women sat at the table while the men played pool. The strange man did occasionally grab Kathryn’s butt or smack it. She didn’t seem to complain, though. I decided maybe calling her would get her attention.
The phone rang as she opened the tiny black leather purse next to her. To my surprise, Kathryn canceled the call. She then took the phone and started texting.
“Where are you? I’m at the bar,” she sent.
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“I’m here. Watching you. Who the fuck is that?” I responded.
She quickly looked up and scanned the room for me. She found me and smiled. She promptly went back to her phone.
“What took so long?” she texted me, then set her phone down and puffed the cigarette.
“I got stuck in the meeting. Who are your friends?” I responded.
“Well, the guy with his hands all over me is Nix. I tried to wait as long as I could, but they were convincing,” she responded, then put her phone back in her purse. She looked up at me again and smiled.
I thought for a brief moment about going over. I didn’t want to create a problem; all three men were bigger than me. Plus, I’m the odd man out in a place like this. I settled in at the bar and ordered a beer to watch.
Nix was a big guy–six feet five inches; with short black hair and a long, black-and-white-shaded goatee. At some point, he removed his jacket and you could see the tight-fitting T-shirt. It looked like his muscles were trying to burst out of it like my wife’s breasts were trying to flee her top. Nix’s left arm was covered in black, and some colored tattoos stood out on his white skin.
The woman in the red dress seemed to be with one of the other men. The third man was single and approached several women at the bar but returned to the table. I didn’t know what was going to happen as I nervously watched.
Nix leaned in, and his lips and tongue met Kathryn’s. She leaned up from the stool and kissed him. His hand instantly went onto her thigh as he squeezed it. They kissed for a few seconds, and then he stepped back. He took a swig of the beer bottle and handed it to her. Kathryn took a swig and set the bottle down on the table. My wife was out of place but seemed to fit in perfectly.
Another hour went by. I watched this man all over Kathryn, and she fit into the biker scene. She finally excused herself from the table and headed to the bathroom. My phone buzzed a minute later.
She texted me, “Nix is coming back to our place. He knows our situation. Are you okay with it?”
“Are you sure about this? What about his friends?” I responded. I thought about calling, but there was no way I would have been able to hear her.
“They’re going somewhere else. If you don’t want to, I will tell him no. Or he can come tonight, and you will get your chance tomorrow,” she responded.
“Okay. If you want to do it, let’s do it,” I texted her. I nervously shifted and looked over at the brute by the pool tables.
“We’re leaving now but you should wait a bit. One of the guys commented about you staring at us the whole night, and he was worried. Maybe sneak out when they’re not looking,” she texted back.
I looked over at them to see my wife return from the bathroom. I quickly broke eye contact with her and looked around the bar. I was nervous and noticed a woman by herself at the end of it. I made my way over to her as if I would talk with her.
The two other men from the group were shooting pool with some other guys and had lost interest in me. I saw my chance and practically ran out of the bar and up the street. I unlocked the door and walked in.
When we first arrived, Kathryn commented on how cute the couch and the decorative pillows were on the patio. Given the situation, I wasn’t sure if they were still cute. A matching chair was to the side, and a small wooden table was between the two. The so-called cute rental home setting didn’t turn out to be what we had planned for our getaway.
Some clothes were scattered in the hallway going to the backyard door. I saw Kathryn’s heels, a pair of boots, jeans, a T-shirt, and a purse on the ground. I slid the door open to the patio. Nix was sitting on the couch.
“Fuck. That’s it. Suck that big dick,” Nix said, as he pushed my wife’s head down on his cock.
Nix’s cock wasn’t thick, but it had some length to it. It was white and veiny and presently had a smeared red color from her lipstick sliding up and down. Kathryn was on her knees, leaning over Nix. Her leather pants were still on. Her breasts had fallen out of the unzipped top.
“There he is. Sit over there and watch your wife. She is loving this dick,” Nix said, as he pointed to the lone seat.
Kathryn was being guided up and down most of Nix’s cock by his hand. He pushed her down a few times, and she started to choke. I shifted in my seat and was about to interrupt.
Kathryn came off of the cock for air. She spat onto the ground a bit, as she gasped. “Fuck. That’s a lot of cock.”
“Your husband is finally here to watch you get used, baby,” Nix said, as he looked down at her, then reached down and smacked her ass. The smack of the leather let out a loud noise similar to a belt snap.
Kathryn didn’t respond. She looked up at Nix, but not over at me. His cock was inches from her face. He held her head with one hand by the strand of the ponytail and his cock in the other hand. He drummed this cock onto her cheek several times.
“You want to get fucked, slut?” Nix asked as he leaned into my wife’s face with his.
Kathryn looked up at him and nodded. I felt she was in over her head, but I wasn’t sure; she might love this. She stood up slowly and took her top off. Nix pulled her leather pants down over her ass to her knees, then down more. She stepped out of them and stood completely naked, as she looked at me.
“I’m okay. Are you okay?” she whispered to me.
I just nodded with assurance.
Before our conversation could go any further, Nix grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back. His hands moved to her front and started roughly fondling her breasts as he kissed her neck. They both were naked, and his cock was pressed up against her ass.
He pushed her down onto the couch on all fours. It was sudden, and Kathryn almost fell off but caught herself. She looked back, just as Nix laid a smack across her right ass cheek. The smack was loud, and she winced a bit. Her gaze went back to Nix.
“You like that, don’t you?” He smiled, as he raised his hand again.
The next smack was louder. Kathryn shifted and winced in pain. She didn’t have long to recover, though. Nix spread her legs apart and had the head of his cock against her pussy.
Kathryn composed herself and looked back up at Nix. “Fuck me. Take me,” she blurted out.
Our last encounter with Mark was difficult for Kathryn, in that he was the most enormous cock she had ever had. He had length and width that stretched her further than ever before. Nix had a long cock, like me, but wasn’t thick.
Kathryn pushed back on the head of his cock quickly. At the same time, Nix pushed into my wife. They quickly got into an intense, rapid motion where they slapped back into each other simultaneously.
Every so often, at the end of a thrust, Nix would lay a smack with his hand on one of her ass cheeks. Her ass had become a bright red, but she didn’t seem to mind, as she moaned loudly and slammed back onto his cock.
Kathryn told me later that how Nix had talked to her and me in the moment, had turned her on. She felt terrible, but the sex was too much for her to stop him.
“You like watching your slut wife fuck this big, bad, biker dick?!” Nix yelled out, while he increased the pace he was going in her.
I didn’t say anything, but my wife’s moans got louder and louder. The neighbors could surely hear us, as the two of them had rough, passionate sex. The pace had grown so intense that Kathryn was face down in the crack of the couch, moaning loudly into the cushion. Nix slowly slid out of my wife. It seemed like forever for him to pull out after the last thrust from behind her. She returned to an upright all-fours position. He put another smack onto her ass, as he turned her over onto her back.
I could see her face grimace, but she looked up at Nix and blurted out, “Fuck me. I’m yours!”
Nix spread Kathryn’s legs to the side and got on top of her. He was a big man, and his size probably was suffocating her, but you wouldn’t know from her moans, as his cock slid into her. Kathryn’s arms wrapped around him with her nails digging into his back. As they fucked in this position, the scratch marks started to accumulate.
The loud smacking of Nix pulling out and slamming down into her pussy reverberated through the yard. The only things to drown it out were the moans and yells from my wife. There was no kissing, no tenderness; Nix was just fucking her senseless.
I sat on the edge of the chair a few feet from them. I watched as Kathryn dug her nails into him, and my mouth was agape at the moans of pleasure. Nix was picking her up, and slamming them back onto the couch. She was screaming with each thrust.
Finally, Nix took one long thrust. My wife vibrated around him as she climaxed. Her cum coated Nix’s cock as he was deep inside her. Her arms finally released her grip as she relaxed on the couch.
Nix wobbled a bit as he stood up from the couch. His cock was still hard as he moved closer to Kathryn’s face. Both of their cum was coating the head of it, as he slid it up to her mouth. Shocked, I watched as my wife eagerly cleaned his cock with her lips and tongue.
Kathryn got up from the couch and excused herself to go inside to clean up. She didn’t make eye contact with me, just quickly scampered inside. Nix took a swig of a beer and lit a cigarette. He sat on the couch a bit, but neither of us said anything.
He went inside before me. The mess of sweat and cum had coated the cushions. I thought about cleaning up the beer bottles and cigarette butts but decided to go inside to see Kathryn. When I went in, no one was there. All of the clothes still lay in the pile on the floor. I walked over to the bedroom door, which was locked when I tried to open it. I knocked on the door a few times, loudly even, and no one answered. I found my phone on the couch, where I had dropped it when I walked in. I tried calling Kathryn, but her phone rang in the little black purse on the floor.
I was exhausted the following day. I fell asleep alone in the spare bedroom. I constantly was woken up by my wife’s loud moans from Nix fucking her. It was almost eleven AM when I walked out of the spare bedroom and into the kitchen. I quickly poured a coffee, which was freshly brewed, on the counter. I wasn’t sure if Nix or Kathryn had brewed it. Hell, I didn’t even know who was awake or still here.
I smelled the smoke from a cigarette coming in from the patio door. I walked outside to find Nix fully clothed, but his jeans were around his knees. He had a coffee in one hand and the smoke in the other as he sat on the couch. Kathryn was in only a thong, the rest of her naked. Her hair was messy, and she was without makeup. She was kneeling on the sofa over his lap. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock, sticking out of the jeans.
“One last blowjob before I go, man. You don’t mind, do you?” Nix said as he looked up at me.
Kathryn stopped midway down on Nix’s cock. She knew I was there and was nervous. Nix pushed on the back of her hard, and she went down further. She picked up her pace again and continued to suck him.
Nix’s head dropped over the back of the couch. My wife was deep on him as he pushed on her head. His waist twitched as he started to cum. The cum dripped out from around her lips down on his cock. Kathryn came off of him and let out a gasp as cum dripped down her lips onto her chin.
An engine revved out front. It was the rest of the bikers with Nix. Kathryn got up from her knees and sat on the couch. Cum still on her lips and chin, as she looked over at me.
Nix stood and adjusted his pants. “Fuck. I have to go. Thanks for letting me have your wife for the night,” he said, then looked back at Kathryn. He smirked at her, then turned and went out the gate on the side of the yard.
Kathryn stood up from the couch. Embarrassed, she walked past me slowly. The smell of sex and cigarettes wafted off of her. She mumbled, “I’m going to go clean up.”
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