Hell's Angels
by ukresearcher ©
I once watched the opening sequence of a film showing an athlete running through woodland. The camera must have followed his progress for over two minutes until a sniper waiting in ambush brought him down with a single shot to the head. That footage rather haunted me, causing me to wonder how many people through time, if granted premonition of what lay ahead, would have altered their planned course of action.
In the UK the financial year starts at the beginning of April and for many people their holiday entitlement starts and finishes on that day. My wife Michelle and I, although employed by different organizations, both fell under that system. At the end of the year, instead of being carried over, unused holiday was lost, except that both her firm and mine allowed two weeks leeway. We both had five days to cash in and fortuitously our days away from work coincided with an unseasonable mini heat wave. The first three days we spent in the garden getting it ready for summer proper but for the fourth day I made a suggestion. I told her of a beauty spot where I'd often been taken as a child but hadn't been back to since. My idea was to take a picnic and try to find it, a plan with which my lovely wife enthusiastically agreed. I remembered it as being a very popular spot, but going mid week this early in the year, I hoped that there wouldn't be too many other people there.
Michelle works in insurance and me in IT (but specialising in hardware rather than programming). We met on the telephone when she was dealing my insurance problem. Her voice sounded so nice that I asked for a date, she accepted and the rest is history. Considering that I bought her sight unseen so to speak, I did rather well out of the deal because both her face and figure turned out to be everything that her voice had promised. She was twenty-two at the time with me a couple of years older; we courted for one year and have been very happily married for six. Our sex life is frequent and enthusiastic but perhaps less than adventurous, although we have managed to acquire a couple of toys. We rented a flat for the first three years but then got a mortgage on a house. The biological clock is beginning to tick but we decided to wait for a couple more years to improve financial stability before doing anything about it.
I'm 5' 10" tall and with a slim build. I'm not a fitness fanatic but do like to keep in shape, mainly by landscaping our rather large garden, with some walking worked in at the weekends. Michelle is three inches shorter but when out for the evening her heels bring her up to my height. She has a very slim waist which makes her breasts, hips and bottom look even better than they are but it's her legs which are really exceptional. I think that they are legs which deserve to be on display but it is the only disappointment in my marriage that she modestly insists on having her skirt length three inches longer than I would prefer.
With regard to my wife's past sexual history, during her teenage years she had tended to go the relationship route rather than indulging in excessive promiscuity and between the age of fifteen and when we met, she had four different fairly long term boyfriends. I knew this in a broad sense but have never pressed for details, mainly because there are areas of my own track record that I wouldn't like to be questioned on too closely.
When we set out for our afternoon, to my pleasant surprise, I found that Michelle had chosen to wear a nice summer dress with an ultra short skirt. She had only worn it once before and then only in the privacy of the garden. This unusual daring could have been simply due to the buoyant mood of the day or possibly to reward me for recent good behaviour but most probably because she didn't expect to encounter many people on our day out. I can only say that together with her high heel sling back sandals, she looked mouth wateringly delightful. If any should query that choice of footwear for a day in the country, I should point out that she always keeps a pair of sturdy flat shoes in the car should we decide to go walking. I knew the general area where the beauty spot was located but hadn't been there for over twenty years and with only childhood memory to go on, all that I could remember clearly was that I needed to be on a narrow country road on a quite steep upward trajectory. The road we were on fitted the bill and I was trying to convince myself that I recognised other landmarks when Michelle said suddenly "I think you've just passed it. I spotted a gap in the trees like you described about a hundred yards back."
I quickly brought the vehicle to a halt, then taking advantage of the deserted road behind, I was able to reverse and turn into our destination. The short rough track from the road passed between two stands of trees about thirty feet apart and after less than twenty yards the land opened up into a wide flat area with parking for up to thirty cars. At the forward edge of the flat area there was a lip which dropped a couple of feet to a further flat shelf, which stuck out for up to ten feet in places before dropping away steeply to the valley below.
I parked about six feet from the edge then went round to the boot to get the picnic basket. At my wife's suggestion I carried it down onto the shelf. It was a beautiful day with a cloudless blue sky and the warmth of the early summer sun. My only concern was in that sun trap position we might get too hot but if that happened we could always cool down exploring the nearby woods. Michelle happily busied herself getting plates and utensils out of the basket while I reclined on the grass pondering whether to have a cigarette now or wait until we had eaten.
She had just poured two glass of orange juice when we heard a noise that was growing louder. We realised that it was something coming up the road so quickly jumped up to stand by the car to see what it was. By that time the sound was deafening and we watched through the gap in the trees as, what I counted to be, twenty motor bikes drove past slowly in single file. After the last one disappeared Michelle laughed and said, "I wonder where they are heading." Her words echoed my own thoughts.
We retreated to our picnic and only five minutes later, with my wife still sorting out the wrapped eatables, we heard the bikes returning. Once more we clambered up to watch them drive by but to our great consternation they didn't. Instead they entered the clearing and rode up to form an arc facing us and the lascivious leers directed at Michelle indicated immediately the situation that we were in. I could imagine a similar expression on the face of the face of a spider as it regards the helpless insect caught in its web.
All the riders revved their engines to an ear splitting crescendo before suddenly cutting them off simultaneously to leave a pregnant silence. "This is your lucky day," the leader informed us, "We're going to have a party and you are both invited."
Speaking firmly, I told him, "Thank you for the offer but we were about to leave."
Not even trying to keep the smirk from his face, the spokesman informed me, "Sorry but I insist that you stay, you see your pretty wife is the vital ingredient for our planned entertainment."
In desperation, I told him that we had money if he would leave us alone. Fumbling my wallet from my pocket I held it out saying I could write them a cheque if that wasn't enough. I knew that it was hopeless and this was confirmed when the leader slowly shook his head. I might have expected his minions to immediately rush forward and grab Michelle, but for the moment they seemed to get more pleasure witnessing my discomfiture.
Suddenly Michelle stepped forward from where she was standing partly behind me. The words 'shy; and 'retiring' could both be applied to her, not that she was actually either but her character definitely shaded that way. Now in an instant she seemed to have adopted a completely different persona. She sauntered forward, swaying her hips in a blatantly raunchy way, until stopping in front of the biker who had spoken, she said boldly, "Nice bike, I've always wanted to have a ride on a Harley Davidson. How about doing this girl a favour and giving me a quick spin? Down to the end of the lane and back will do, ten minutes at the most."
The leader was amused by her front, "I'd like nothing more than to give you a ride luv but the guys are impatient to start the fun. They've all got their tongues hanging out already."
My wife was not to be put off. "Come on big guy, don't be a wimp," she taunted. "Believe me I'm worth waiting for and what's a measly ten minutes when there's the whole afternoon and evening ahead."
Her words tipped the balance, and grinning broadly he held up both hands with fingers wide spread to signal the length of his absence, before pulling his bike back clear of the others and indicating that she should jump on the pillion seat. This she did with a degree of alacrity and they exited the clearing with my wife flashing a great length of thigh from under her blown back skirt.
I think that the sudden departure took everyone by surprise and for what seemed a long period of time no-one either moved or spoke and this gave me chance for a good look at the semicircle of bikers. The first thing that I noticed was that there were six females riding pillion. For a moment this let me hope that their presence might moderate behaviour, until I remembered reading that Hell's Angel women were just as bad as their male counterparts.
Most of the males had long hair tied back in pony tails, although some had completely shaved heads. A lot had beards of various lengths but some had limited their facial hair to what I think is called a Zepata moustache, where the hair extends down the side of the mouth. One might have assumed that it was combined tattoo/ piercing convention because almost everyone present, both male and female had evidence of both. The leathers of all were covered in patches with the number 81much in evidence, either on skin or leather and the 1% sign seemed to have great significance. A winged deaths head was a popular logo and an only slightly lesser number had a swastika patch somewhere on their person. One bald headed individual had his whole face tattooed with the image of a skull but many had disfigured their features either with ink or multiple piercing through eyebrows, noses or lips
They all dismounted and most were immediately concerned with ensuring that their machines were securely parked on the stands. Some walked around stretching their legs, I saw a couple lighting up fags and I saw a few cans of beer already being removed from panniers. Few seemed to be interested in me any more, apart from three who walked up close with their mouths wide open, obscenely waggling their tongues at me, sending a message the meaning of which I could only surmise.
Failing to provoke me, they too wandered away, so I walked round to the front of my car where I stood trying to still my wildly palpitating heart. I was not left alone for long because two others appeared, one at either side, waving their erect cocks at me and bragging about the treat that my wife had in store. Both of the organs were significantly larger than average, which explains their eagerness to put them on display for my benefit. It was another provocation exercise and when I managed to control my reaction, they too lost interest in taunting me.
Earlier on I had noticed a female much older than most of the other bikers, I would guess in her late forties and I think she would have looked quite ugly even in her youth. I can't be sure but I think she had her own bike. I first noticed her ample girth waddling forward with her leather jacket hanging open to reveal massive breasts, barely contained by a thin, scoop necked T-shirt. At that moment, passing close by me she manoeuvred herself down the short slope onto the shelf area near my feet. Halting there, she pushed her trousers down round her ankles before pulling the T-shirt down to form a hammock for her huge tits. Thus prepared she got down on hands and knees, displaying thighs like tree trunks and a great expanse of white arse. I must admit that although there was a lot of her it was flesh rather that flab, except for her breasts which hung down like two great udders, with dark brown aureoles the size of silver dollars and teats not dissimilar in look and length from those found on a cow. I had never seen anything quite so sexually unappetising but despite this she had barely got herself firmly planted on all fours before one guy had already slotted himself into her and two others, showing definite interest and with cock in hand, were forming an impromptu queue close by.
That sight reminded me that my own dearly loved wife was soon likely to be in exactly the same position. I felt so inadequate just standing there meekly waiting for whatever the Gods had in store. I was the husband so it was up to me to save my wife from a fate worse than death and at that moment doing anything seemed better than doing nothing. Glancing around, I took note of the disposition of the bikers, what they were all doing and if any were paying any attention to me. I calculated that if, with a bit of luck, I could get into my car and start it without being noticed, I could reverse fast back up to the road and try to catch up with my wife and her abductor. I had taken special note of the direction they had taken, with Michelle on pillion with her arms clasped tightly round the waist of her abductor. To do so I would need to knock over and undoubtedly damage two if not three of their precious bikes but I reckoned that was their own fault for deliberately blocking me in.
Then the logical part of my character made me consider the down side. The realistic chance of reaching the road wasn't very high and even if I succeeded they would soon be in pursuit. On a best case scenario of me succeeding in shaking off the pack, even in a one to one confrontation, I still had minimal chance of overcoming the large muscular leader and rescuing my wife. I had a mental picture left over from the Mad Max films, where riders rode alongside a fleeing vehicle, smashing first the windscreen and then the face of the driver. The bottom line conclusion was that success was highly unlikely and failure could only increase the ire of the Hells Angels.
I was on the point of abandoning the idea when a voice said pleasantly, "Don't even think about it." Looking round I saw a biker I hadn't particularly noticed before. I don't know why because he was sporting a full Mohican hair style coloured a luminescent blue. When he spoke he was wearing a pair of the ubiquitous mirrored sun shades but he politely removed these to dangle from the breast pocket of his patched leather jacket. I could now see that he had a painfully thick silver bars piercing each eye brow but below those I was surprised to see a pair of intelligent eyes appraising me. Unlike most of the other bikers, his face was free of tattoos. "You don't stand a cat in hells chance and it will only annoy my pals," he continued. "Believe me you don't want to make these guys angry."
"I wasn't planning anything, "I spluttered, embarrassed that he has so easily read my mind.
"I know you weren't," he replied grinning, "But you better give me your car keys anyway for safe keeping. It's for your own good and I promise to give them back to you afterwards."
I did as asked reluctantly but feeling some relief that the temptation for me to make some desperation play had been removed. "So how are you coping?" he asked.
"Fine," I said, not immediately realising that his question was deeper than the usual superficial level of such queries. He nodded a response but then turned so that we were standing side by side. Several minutes passed in silence before my companion removed a small silver box from somewhere and extracted a carefully rolled joint. He lit it, took a deep drag, and then held the smoke for a long moment prior to exhaling before offering it to me. "Thanks but I don't," I told him.
"Well now's a good time to start," he insisted, pushing the stogie in towards me again, "I reckon you're going to need quite a few hits to get you through what lies ahead, I know that I would." When I again refused the reefer, he said, "You do know what's going to happen when Jake gets back with your wife."
"I've a pretty good idea," I admitted.
This time he didn't insist, instead saying, "It's your funeral but I've got plenty rolled if you change your mind later," then, nodding towards the copulating female on the lower level, he said, "Alternatively, you might want to take a turn with Mucky Mary there. I don't mean now but when it gets all hot and heavy with your woman and you don't know what to do with yourself. Mary won't mind, she takes on all comers, doesn't even glance back to see who's up her at any one time."
"How did you become a hell's angel?" I asked, more to change the subject than wanting to know.
My 'friend' grinned ruefully, "It's a long story. Ten years ago I was married with two young children, one just a baby but I stupidly had a one night stand. I think it was a setup because my wife found out straight away, divorced me and got custody of the kids. Next thing I knew she'd taken them and cleared off to Australia. It was only then I found out that she'd been screwing an Australian guy for more than two years and it was likely that the youngest kid wasn't even mine."
"What did you do?" I murmured sympathetically.
"I went completely off the rails and had a two year binge on drink and drugs before I managed to pull myself together. I'd always liked bikes so I took my share of the money from splitting the house and bought myself a really good one."
Turning I scanned the bikes giving him the chance to proudly identify his machine. "Most of the other guys ride on replicas but mine is an original. It's a 1955 Harley Davidson panhead classic easy rider. 12 volt electrics, larger oil pump fitted with external oil filter, S&S carburettor and the largest gearbox sprocket available for cruising long distances," he informed me, reeling off the statistic in a way that told me it was something that he had done many, many times before.
I nodded my head wisely but not understanding a single word that he'd told me and said, "And that was your entry into the club?"
He shook his head. "It's not as easy as that. For the first three years I was classed as a 'hang around' allowed to ride with the angels to some events but not others. I then became an associate for two years and a prospect for a couple after that. It wasn't until the start of last year that I was made a full patch member." As he said the last he pointed to one of the logos on his jacket.
"Have you been involved in anything like this before," I asked, hoping to get a clearer idea of what lay in store.
"You mean one female pulling a train. It is not that uncommon but, including today, I can remember only three occasions when the woman wasn't a volunteer and this is a first for having her husband watching. You'd be amazed how many females have it as a fantasy. Out of interest, neither of the girls who were coerced made a complaint afterwards and from the way that she came on to Jake, I think your wife will be up for too."
I reluctantly had to admit to myself that I also got that same impression but tried to believe that it had to be part of a ploy Michele was trying. To avoid thoughts that I didn't want in my head, I asked, "Do you ride all the year round?"
"No only in the summer months, in the winter I go back to my real job as an accountant in Bury St Edmunds. During the winter I strip the bike down to individual parts and give them a good clean before putting it all back together ready for the new season.
"Isn't your image the wrong one for an accountant?" I observed.
My companion laughed. "I get rid of the colour and the eyebrow jewellery, without the gel my crest combs down flat and the hair at the side and back grows back to a respectable length in less than a fortnight. "My name is Al by the way, short for Allen. Actually I was christened Algernon but I keep that quiet. The guys all call me Al One ever since another Allen joined the group. Actually I heard that his real name is Alloitious but I'm not sure if that's true."
"I'm Tony," I told him and without thinking reached out to shake the hand of a man who would soon be taking his turn fucking my wife. The thought disturbed me and I fell silent for a while until a current of restlessness passing through the bikers caused me to glance down at my watch. I was rather shocked to find that just over half an hour had passed since Jake and Michelle rode away together. "They're rather a long time, I hope nothing bad has happened to them," I said, voicing my concern.
"There's nothing to worry about," Al One reassured me. "Jake's a good rider and he doesn't take chances, he'll have stopped off somewhere to give her a quick one for himself before handing her over to the gang. That's exactly what I would have done in his place."
His words caused me to suffer another attack of agitation. For some reason I was more upset at the thought of one man fucking my wife out of my sight than the prospect of multiple cocks being stuck up her in front of me. As if sensing my change of mood, Al muttered something about checking up on what the guys were saying and wandered off.
He had only been gone for a couple of minutes before a very attractive girl stepped in front of me. Her face was truly delectable. She would be considered to be beautiful in any company but against a background of bikers she was like an exotic flower blooming on a bomb site. I had noticed her almost at the start, my eyes attracted by her nicely rounded bottom. Her leathers were navy blue rather than black and they looked either better quality or less worn than those of most of the male bikers. The certainly fitted her perfectly, clinging to her voluptuous but slim body like a second skin.. She had short black, very curly hair and close up I could see that she had deep dark fathomless eyes and full red lips. Now standing within easy reach, with eyes sparkling, she slowly unzipped the front of her jacket to reveal that she wore nothing underneath then, completing the action, she pulled to jacket to either side, exposing her delightful breasts to my gaze. They were Goldilocks tits, not too big and not too small, appearing both pert and uplifting but at the same time full, ripe and thrusting. The gold rings piercing each nipple only detracted slightly from the image. I had an overwhelming desire to reach out and touch them but knew that to do so in such company might be more than my life was worth.
Well aware of my dilemma, after licking her lips slowly and sensuously, she slowly sank down in front of me and I felt her fingers fumble with my zip. At first she had a bit of trouble extracting my stiff penis from my pants but only for a moment. You may assume that my erection had been caused by her but the truth is that I was pretty rigid already and I don't understand why. I had always regarded myself as a good average in the penis department so with nothing to be ashamed of, I looked down to see her reaction to my eager organ and was pleased to see that her face showed no sign of disappointment.
Her pink wet tongue flicked out to give the crown a tentative lick and it was then that I saw it was pierced through the centre with a metal stud. Next moment she had taken my dick inside her lovely mouth and I can only compare the sensation to having my cock immersed in warm syrup. I had never experienced a sensation like it and couldn't decide if that effect was due to sheer expertise or whether it came from the stud. She alternated between sucking and licking, with my balls nestled in her hand she paused occasional to teasingly trace the tip of her tongue up the back of my shaft, all the time gazing up at me with those big black eyes and making me feel as if I was the only man in the world.
Somehow she prolonged the experience, bringing me to the brink time after time before backing off but eventually I ejaculated with such force that my head spun and I felt that my knees had turned to jelly. I thought that was it but as she stood up she first grabbed both my hands and planted them on her tits before placing her own hand behind my head, pulling it towards her. Next moment, her cum covered tongue complete with stud was busily exploring the inside of my mouth. Finally pulling back, she looked me in the eyes and asked, "You like?"
I was quite lost for words and could only mutely nod my reply. She finished the encounter by winking at me and saying, "I don't see why the guys should have all the fun." As she walked slowly away, there was a smattering of ironic applause from round about, telling me that my moments of pleasure had been observed by others. In an effort to compose myself, I sat back on the hood of my car and fumbled another cigarette out of the packet but had only got it nicely lit and taken a couple of drags when Al One reappeared, rolling his eyes at me and with a big smirk splitting his face.
"What can you tell me about the beautiful girl, the one in the blue leathers," I asked him.
His smile got even bigger. "You mean the one who just sucked you off?" Not even waiting for my confirming nod, he continued, "She calls herself Belle, she loves speed, she loves excitement and most of all she loves sex but apart from that, nobody knows why she gave up the life that she could have had." "She was..." I started to tell him but then tailed off as words failed me.
"I know," he said nodding, "I know exactly what you mean. Belle is a free spirit; she goes with whoever she pleases. Nobody owns her but everyone respects her for what she is."
Feeling rather embarrassed that Al had witnessed my private moment; I tried to forestall any ribald comment by asking, "What are these events that you mentioned?"
"There are two kinds, fun events and what you might call work events. Today could be classified as an impromptu fun event. Work is when we get paid, generally for guarding places or frightening people off. The best ones are when we provide the security at pop concerts, believe me we get more pussy than we can handle at those things." Al laughed, "Not that we go short of willing cunt at other times, for instance when we park up in a town, you wouldn't believe how many females slip us notes, sometimes right under the noses of their husband or boyfriend."
"I'm more interested in what exactly happens at events like this, both when it is a volunteer and when it isn't. I'm terribly worried that my wife is going to be harmed," I confessed.
"We're not animals - apart from a couple of notable exceptions," he added laughing. "The point is that when it becomes obvious that she's had enough the whole thing stops even if some haven't had their turn. Afterwards you'll get her back safe, sound and undamaged, if undoubtedly a bit sore. The main thing is not to let it get under your skin, write it all off as a life experience that you survived and perhaps, a few years down the road, both you and your wife will look back on it as an adventure. There's one other fact that you may find either comforting or worrying, is that once a woman has pulled her first train, she always has a hankering to do it again, it's some kind of primitive primal urge."
By now over an hour had passed since Michelle had disappeared on the back of that bike and I had a surge of renewed anxiety wondering what had happened. Early on I had hoped that she had somehow managed to escape from Jake and hidden herself in woodland causing him to look for her but the passage of time now made that unlikely because I felt if that had been the case he would have come back to get the other bikers to help him search. I was now seriously worried that they had been involved in an accident, this thought not help by the fact that my wife had ridden off without the protection of a helmet.
Left to my own devices I resisted the temptation to smoke, realising that I should horde my supply for when it would be more needed later on. I watched with almost disinterest as our picnic was pillaged before the empty basket was contemptuously sent tumbling down the slope. More entertaining was another couple fucking further along the shelf, these two preferring a more leisurely manner in the traditional missionary position. I also spotted two female bikers lying with arms around each other happily swapping tongues.
As time dragged on Al One seemed to have adopted me, assuming the task of keeping me pacified. I'm not saying that he stuck to me like glue but although wandering off from time to time he quickly returned to my side. I took the opportunity to question him about the meaning of some of the logos the bikers were wearing. In particular I asked about the letters AFFA which all the bikers wore somewhere on their leather. I found that is stood for 'Angels Forever, Forever Angels', signifying the fact that once you became an angel you remained one for the rest of your life.
I also discovered that in America, Hell's Angels were regarded as an organised crime syndicate by the US department of justice but on the other hand a long time ago, they sued Walt Disney because he had used the Hell's Angels logo in a film without getting permission.
As Al continued relating fairly uninteresting items from biker history, my mind began to wander and it seemed incongruous for me to be chatting affably in this way when my wife was going to be gang raped. Thinking about this more deeply, I was amazed at how calm I felt. Part of the reason was that I had resigned myself to the inevitable and this removed a level of agitation, Belle's contribution was also undoubtedly part of the equation but the real reason for my unnatural serenity was that I was reserving my energies to get myself mentally through the ordeal and be there to pick up the pieces afterwards. All the same I was faced with a mental dichotomy in that I longed to see Michelle again to be reassured about her welfare but also dreaded her appearance because of what would happen then.
It was a little over two hours after they left when we heard a lone bike approaching up the hill. The bikers had been lounging about waiting, some taking advantage of the sun, other playing cards on the grass and some engaged in other activities. Now they all clustered round with anticipation etched on their faces as they awaited the reappearance of their leader. However, when Jake turn into the clearing his pillion seat was empty. Switching off his engine, he said loudly, "Sorry to disappoint you guys but I've taken the lady home." He waited a moment to allow the murmurs to die down before explaining, "It's lucky I had chance to talk to her because it turns out that her father is only the local police chief. We don't want that kind of trouble, especially this early in the year, so I thought it best to treat her nicely."
The feeling of relief that flooded through me was so overwhelming that I missed his next couple of sentences but came back to hear him order that the blocking bikes be moved out the way, finishing with the words, "So that our other guest can go and rejoin his lovely wife."
Al quickly tossed me my keys and with trembling fingers I started the engine and reversed in a half circle but as I was starting to pull forward, Jake now on foot waved me down. Dropping a bit of paper on my lap he said very quietly, "I didn't actually take Michelle all the way home. I dropped her off at that motel; it's on the left hand side on your way home, about fifteen minutes down the road. "
With my head singing I exited the scene. I was so filled with a sense of euphoria that I didn't query his use of my wife's name or wonder why he had been away so long if he had left her only fifteen minutes away. I was flying. From the situation that we were in when the Hell's Angels first made their threatening appearance, it seemed incredible that we could have emerged without any uninvited sexual contact. I didn't regard my delightful moments with the delectable Belle as having any relevance to this.
The motel was well signposted so I was able to slow down in good time. There were three units facing the road and, looking sideways at it through a thin screen of trees as I drove past, I spotted Michelle standing waiting outside the middle one. Quickly leaving my vehicle in the car park I hurried to meet her. The first unusual thing that I noticed as I approached was that she was smoking a cigarette. I was still stuck with the habit but she was supposed to have quit three years before. Drawing closer, another incongruity was the fact that her hair looked wet. On spotting me her face lit up but she didn't rush forward to throw her arms around my neck as I thought that she might but then again, my intention had been to immediately embrace her until something stopped me at the last moment. She looked cheerful, buoyant even but there was a look in her eyes that I couldn't quite place, unsure if it was relief, excitement or even triumph.
"Are you all right?" I asked. She looked fine, even glowing but I needed verbal reassurance.
"I'm good," she said, "How about you, did anybody touch you?"
"They treated me well," I told her but then, still puzzled why she was here and not at home, I asked, "Have you been here all the time?"
Michelle just nodded and that prompted my obvious next question, "So what have you been doing for the last two hours?"
"I've just had a nice long shower but for most of the hour or more before that I was busy getting well fucked," she told me bluntly. There was a tone to her voice that could have been either defiance or bravado.
Her words were a total shock. I felt like I had received a powerful blow to the guts and was only able to gasp the single word, "Where?"
My wife didn't answer directly, instead tilting her head back to indicate the motel room behind her. My whole world spun as a sensation of dizziness overwhelmed me. I staggered and think I might have fallen had Michelle not steadied my arm. "Are you OK? Do you think you should lie on the bed for a few minutes darling?" she asked anxiously.
I quickly took a grip on myself. I couldn't wait to get as far as possible from that place and didn't want anything to delay that. "That biker leader told me that he had taken you all the way home and gave the impression that he hadn't touched you. What you just told me was completely unexpected and for a moment I reacted badly to the surprise," I explained
We started to move off, with me telling Michelle that I had left our vehicle in the car park just past the end of the building. After we had gone half way my wife suddenly said, 'Oh' going to tell me that she had left her purse back in the room. Without thinking and out of habit, I offered to run back and get it, that was what I always did as such times. It was not until I was standing in front of the motel room door that I realised my error. The last thing that I wanted to do was step inside that place but the alternative of retracing my way to the car and sending Michelle back for her stuff was not a realistic option, so taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door and stepped inside. It was every bit as bad as I had feared; the room reeked of sex and the covers from one of the single beds lay in a pile on the floor to one side. The pillow was placed in the centre of the bed and the pillow from the other bed had also been commandeered for the same unknown purpose. Just one glance at the scene painted a graphic picture in my mind of what had so recently occurred there. Her purse lay on the seat of the single armchair, so I grabbed it and fled the scene as if my life depended on it.
Michelle was standing by the car by the time I got back but even when we were both comfortably seated inside, I didn't switch on the engine. "I don't understand," I confessed. "Jake said that he'd taken you all the way home. He said you had told him that you were the local police chief's daughter and that he had considered it risky not to let you go. I thought it was really clever to think up a lie like that. It was only as I was about to drive off that he told me I would find you waiting for me here. Are you now telling me that none of that happened?"
"Not exactly, but that police thing was entirely Jakes invention. I didn't know anything about that until you just told me," Michelle said giving a little laugh. "When all those bikers surrounded us I realised immediately the kind of situation we were in. I knew that I couldn't depend on you to save me and that's not a slur on you because no single man would have stood a chance against that lot. It was obvious that if I wanted to avoid being raped multiple times it was up to me to talk my way out of it."
"So that's why you got Jake separated from the others," I prompted. "Where did you go?"
"Just to the end of the lane at first but when he was turning round I jumped off and signalled that I wanted to talk. I told him that I would willingly have sex with him but I didn't fancy putting out for all the others. I said that if he didn't take me back I would be very grateful. That seemed to amuse him and he wanted to know how grateful, so I said that he wouldn't believe how very grateful I could be. "
"And that was it?"
My wife shook her head. "I could tell that he was tempted but he said that the other guys had expectations and would be annoyed if he didn't return me to them. It needed something to tip the balance, so I told him, 'If you want me, all to yourself willing and eager, surely a man like you can think of some excuse that will satisfy them.' There was a little more negotiation but then he brought me to this motel and the rest you know."
I had another question ready, in fact I had a whole string of questions but Michelle cut me off saying, "Darling, I'll tell you everything that you need to know when we get home but right now I'd prefer that you concentrate on driving. We missed out on the picnic so I'm rather hungry and I'll die if I don't have a cup of tea soon."
As we approached the house it was hard to believe that we had left there so happy and carefree a scant four hours before. With great difficulty I managed to contain myself until we had satisfied our appetites and were relaxing afterwards before saying, "Tell me what happened in the motel room?"
Michele gave me a long deep look in my eyes before saying quietly, "Darling do you really want to know? Wouldn't it be better to write it off as something that happened without delving into all the dirty details? "
"I want to know, I need to know," I told her. "If I know exactly what happened I can get my mind round it, otherwise I'll always be wondering."
It was obvious that my wife wasn't happy with my insistence. Speaking slowly and clearly she said, "I promised Jake that I would be willing and I fully lived up to that bargain. Darling, I didn't hold anything back from him but if you still want to know what we did, I'll tell you."
Her words caused me a tremor of doubt but I still stubbornly nodded my head.
"I actually lied when I told Jake that I hadn't ever been on a Harley Davidson," my wife began. "A lad called Dave that I once went with for nine months was a biker but he rode with a normal club. It wasn't actually his bike but one day his pal took me for a spin on his. I was a rather besotted with Dave for a while and we actually got engaged, even though it was a bit of an open relationship. My mum and dad hated him but still let him sleep me in my bed and the rest of the time we went to his folk's house in a very rough area of the city. Then one day I suddenly realised that he wasn't very clever and had no prospect of having a future so I ended it. I'd actually gone a bit wild and had only just finished reinventing myself when you came along."
I couldn't quite see the relevance of what she was telling me and, afraid that she would go off on another tangent, so I interrupted to say, "The motel room, what happened when you were in the motel room?"
Michelle took a deep breath but then, speaking very factually told me, "I thought it was just going to be a matter of lying on the bed, opening my legs and making appreciative noises at the appropriate moments but as soon as the door closed he put his arms round me. We started to kiss and that was when I had my first surprise because he had a stud right through the middle of his tongue. It gave really funny sensations. I'm not saying it was better but it was certainly different. I'm not sure how to describe what it felt like."
I nodded but didn't let on that I knew exactly what she meant.
"Then he removed my dress, I lifted up my arms and he pulled it off over my head, leaving me just in bra and panties and my heels. We kissed some more and then he removed his leather jacket and put in a chair on top of my dress. He was wearing a vest underneath but I could see that he was heavily tattooed down both arms. At that point I expected him to grab me again but instead he sat down on the end of the bed and started to untie the laces on his boots. They reached up almost to his knees and this took quite a time, especially as he seemed to be taking a lot of care. After doing one boot, he took off his vest and I could see that tattoos also covered his front and back. He was rather muscular but the effect was spoiled by all that ink.
While he worked on the other boot I performed a bit of a lap dance for him but only because I felt a bit silly, standing there half naked just watching him. Eventually, with both boots now lying on the floor he signalled for me to get on the bed and I did so quickly but I was hardly stretched out before he made my panties disappear as fast as any magician could. Next moment his head was between my legs and this is where his tongue stud really came in to play because the sensations it caused were fabulous, especially when he somehow kept flicking it against my clit. I had an orgasm less than two minutes after he started and I think that would still have happened even if I had been trying to stop myself cumming.
After he had made me cum two or three more times he stood. Up to this point he was still wearing his leather pants but now he removed them and I got a first look at his cock. It was very stiff and it looked huge. More importantly, there was a silver ring round the base of both his cock and his testicles. Later I was able to get a close look at it and the ring was a continuous unbroken band. He's got very big balls and I've no idea how he managed to get it in place. It must have been incredibly painful. He also had a piercing at the end of his cock, one by the side of his slit and the other to the side just under the crown. Jake said it was called a Prince Albert. I may be a female but I cringed at the thought of it being fitted. I wanted to put his cock in my mouth to reciprocate for the pleasure he'd given me but after only a few licks he stopped me saying that he wanted to fuck."
At this point in her narrative I suddenly wanted to retch. My wife was relating events that had happened almost two hours before but the picture in my mind was so vividly clear that I could imagine it happening right then in front of me. I felt totally nauseous but I also had an undeniable erection, so perhaps my retching was due to disgust at my own reaction.
"At first he had a lot of trouble getting his cock inside me, and I wasn't sure whether that was due to his size of his organ or the jewellery on the end," Michelle said continuing her account. "I was wet enough from the licking but it wouldn't go in. Part of me hoped that meant he'd have to give up but, having got that far, I must admit to feeling a bit disappointed."
"But he did manage," I interrupted, not even trying to hide the sarcasm in my voice.
My wife nodded. "He was very patient and it went in just a bit at a time with him pausing each time to let me adjust to being so full. I was worried that those studs were going to hurt and possibly scratch or damage me inside but they didn't and actually added to the enjoyment, a bit like the stud in his tongue when kissing but even more so. I had quite a lot of orgasms and I think that the unusual sensations were a lot to do with that."
The introspective look on her face showed that she was mentally reliving the experience as she described it and this combined with words 'orgasms' and 'enjoyment' prompted me to blurt out, "Are you glad that it happened?"
Michelle stopped speaking for a long moment before thoughtfully answering, "That's not really a fair question. It was unexpected sex and I can't deny that I enjoyed it but I hate the way it must make you feel, so no I'm not glad that it happened."
Her words made me feel slightly better but I still didn't like the fact that she had derived pleasure from the encounter and I told her so. Michele quickly reached out and placed her hand on mine as she said softly, "Darling, I would never have willingly cheated on you but even if a woman is coerced into sex, there's no rule that says she can't enjoy it."
"How long did it last?" For some perverse reason my curiosity forced me to continue probing for details that I didn't really want to know.
The query allowed my wife to continue her story, cheerfully saying, "That first session only lasted for about twenty minutes including the very slow start. It was only missionary but later we did two other positions. After he had cum the first time we had a bit of a rest and talked then I sucked him until he was stiff again. That was when I had a good look at his silver ring and was able to tickle his studs with my tongue. The next session lasted far, far longer, we did doggie, cowgirl and a special missionary using two pillows, they were for deeper penetration or so he said."
From somewhere deep in my gut I had a sudden upsurge of burning jealousy and this must have shown on my face because with a look of concern on her face, Michelle asked what was wrong. "I don't like this, I don't like this one little bit. I'm not at happy at you doing all this stuff with him," I blurted out.
Michelle looked puzzled. "I thought that I had been rather clever, managing it so I had to put out for one man instead of the whole mob. Are you saying you would rather I was ravished by all twenty guys than doing it twice with Jake?"
I shook my head emphatically to give the expected answer but it was a lie. The selfish truth was that I would have preferred her to pull the train. I could accept her having meaningless sex with a succession of anonymous bodies far more easily than what had actually happened. During her alone time with Jake, between the two fuck sessions, they must have shared moments of intimacy, this quite apart from her having apparently given him almost everything that should by rights have been reserved for me. If the gang bang had gone ahead, I could have played the noble husband, sympathising, telling her it didn't matter and promising to stand by her. Instead I was faced with the unchangeable fact that she had had relatively willing sex with another man and undeniably enjoyed it a great deal.
The silence hung between us and after a moment when it was obvious that I wasn't going to speak, my wife held her hands out helplessly in front of her and asked, "What else could I have done, tell me?"
My anger surged to the surface. "You probably couldn't avoid having sex with him but I don't see why you had to do it with quite so much fucking enthusiasm."
"You would prefer that I had just laid there and let him get on with it but what real difference would that have made. I would still have been fucked and you would still be upset," my wife reasoned quietly. "Besides which there were reasons why I behaved the way that I did. In the first place I made a bargain, that's the same as a promise and you know that I never break those. The deal was that I would be willing so that was what I had to live up to."
I think that I was going to speak but before I could get my words in order, Michelle told me, "The most important reason for not holding back is that Jake would have known immediately if I was cheating him, we were only fifteen minutes away from the picnic site and there was nothing to stop him taking me back and handing me over his gang of perverts. I had to make sure that he would stick to our agreement."
I couldn't fault my wife's logic but that didn't make me feel any happier. "I can understand why but I do wish that you hadn't enjoyed it so much," I said, being totally honest.
Michele laughed gaily. "That's just silly, it was only sex and it shouldn't affect us at all, I mean it's not as if I had gone out and cheated on you. I only did what needed to be done and I figured that if I could get some enjoyment out of it why not." At that moment she looked at me cheekily from under her lashes and urged, "Come on look on the bright side. Even after what happened this afternoon I still feel frisky so if you want to take a turn with me you can. Just think, if I'd had to service every one of that pack of animals, I might easily have been out of working order for a month."
I found myself very irritated by my wife's cheerfulness. From her perspective it was justified because she had escaped with very much the lesser of two evils, and had I mentally followed the same progression I might have felt the same, but for a short time I had been lulled into believing that she had returned to me untouched, only to discover that was very much not the case.
"I don't think I want to," I told her. The thought of sticking my penis where another man's cock had so recently been made me cringe, or was I just afraid of the comparison?
"I did have a shower afterwards and I can take another," Michelle offered quickly, as if reading my mind.
For a moment I remembered Belle and asked myself if the fact that both Michelle and I had enjoyed pleasurable illicit sex from the afternoon encounter with the bikers made us quits but quickly decided that it didn't. Speaking honestly I told my wife, "Darling, I love you and I will get over this but it is going to be hard. Perhaps with the passage of time, as today recedes into the past, it might get easier."
"I'm so sorry that you feel that way but it isn't quite over yet," Michelle said quietly, "You see I promised Jake that I would go with him again."
"Why the fuck did you do that," I shouted, hardly able to believe my ears.
"I didn't have any choice. At first Jake said that he didn't want to risk alienating the rest of the gang for the sake of an hour in a motel with me, so to make him change his mind, I had to agree to a longer evening session at a later date" Michelle tried to explain. "He's going to ring me when he wants to collect."
"You don't have to stand by your promise, it was extracted under duress and that means that it doesn't count. You're safe now and he has no idea how to find you, so if he rings you can tell him to go to hell"
Michelle shook her head. "He does know. Jake isn't stupid and he made me show proof if ID and address before he agreed to the deal. If I don't do as I promised, he could turn up with all of the gang outside our front door and I don't want that to happen."
"We can sell the house and leave, move to some other part of the country where he can never find us," I said with more than a little desperation in my voice.
Michelle reached out to lay her hand softly on mine and said gently, "Our home is here, both of our careers, all friends and family, in fact our whole lives are here. Do you really want to throw all that away just so that I don't have to do again, something that I've already done before? Something that wasn't very terrible even then."
*
Life did return to normal, actually far more quickly than I would have thought possible. There are even some days when I don't even think about it. We never talk about that day but that is entirely down to me because I know that Michelle feels that there were things left unsaid. It is now the end of summer and Jake hasn't rung yet but I feel pretty sure that he will soon.
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