Shadows in Gracie's Embrace

21 hours ago

My wife can be a woman of such mystery. There are times where I know something is coming up (excuse the pun), but I also know it is not the time to ask questions. These are the times where I play dumb and just enjoy the game. Now I want to tell you about “Riding a Monster.”

“I am not sleeping at home tonight. I will be at Gracie’s place and you can pick me up there tomorrow morning at 07.00. Be prepared. I have made arrangements to borrow Pete’s 1200cc Harley Davidson.” She said this as if it was the most normal thing to do. And then she added, “I will be barefoot and will wear panties to match!” ?

The next morning I was up at 05.00 and as excited as a schoolboy going to his first dance. I decided to match the challenge by putting on my baggiest trousers and also underwear. Pete and Gracie live outside of town in a very private area among large open fields and shady trees. You can travel for long distances without ever seeing any human life.

I stopped at their home at exactly 07.00 and found my wife standing outside alone. She was barefoot and her dress was so short that when she purposefully lifted her arm to wave at me, I could see her pussy. It was clear that there was no panty in sight. I was checking the windows to see if Jack could see what I was seeing, but my wife responded, “Relax. They are not here. We are all alone!”

The next moment she sat down on the steps of the porch, took out a pair of boots from her tiny backpack and started putting them on her feet. Her every move seemed deliberately planned to seduce me. She sat in such a way that I could clearly look up her dress. (It was so short that it was impossible for her NOT to show me her clean-shaven pussy.) Not only could I see her pussy, but I could also see that she was dripping wet. My wife was excited and I knew we were in for some fun.

Her next sentence excited me more. “I can see you are wearing shoes, but I do hope that you are not wearing any underwear to spoil my fun.” She stared at my crotch that clearly showed my excitement.

The Harley stood waiting for us. Lucy grabbed one helmet, passing the other to me, and within a few minutes I started the bike and she climbed on. Her dress was so short that she had a real problem getting it under her bum so that it would not just blow up. This promised to be a losing battle for her and I wouldn’t complain. Our crash helmets would give us enough anonymity. (These helmets were quite modern and had a sound system that made it possible for us to chat.)

I could not help noticing how swollen her pussy lips appeared. And as she sat down, the seat immediately showed the signs of her wetness. I took my place on the bike and started it.

The moment the engine purred, Lucy pressed her boobs into my back and I could clearly feel her hard nipples through my shirt. As she did this, she moved her ass further back and had to lean forward more to hold onto me. She pressed her pussy tighter onto the seat and exposed herself to all the vibrations of the engine. I increased the revs and had an immediate response from her. She grabbed onto me, her hands trembling, and then our trip began with the Monster between her legs.

As we left the yard and moved onto the open road, Lucy tried to relax, but the vibrations of the engine were doing magic between her legs. She was extremely excited and as horny as she had ever been. All I heard in my helmet were sounds of extreme pleasure. My Lucy was so verbal that I wanted to explode.

“Oh Maxx, go faster! My pussy is on fire. I love this. Oh, fuck, this is good. The wind is so cold on my wet pussy!” Just as I started increasing the speed she shouted, “Stop! Stop!”

I had no idea what this sudden stop was about, but I stopped as soon as possible.

“Loosen your trousers and slide them down just far enough that your cock can be free and exposed.”

I was so glad that I had decided on these very baggy pants; they made it quite easy to do what she asked. My cock was dripping pre-cum like an open faucet.

“Okay, Maxx, let’s go.”

As we started moving, my wife put her arm around me and grabbed my cock. To do this she had to lean forward still more, pushing her pussy even harder against the seat. I kept the revs high, and in my earphones, I heard her hitting the high notes.

“Ohhhh, fuccckkk! My pussy is so sensitive. This feels like a thousand tongues licking my clit. Faster Maxx. Faster….. I’m cumming. I’m cumming… I’m cummmmminggg!!!”

She was hanging onto my waist with one arm and onto my cock with the other hand, doing her best not to fall off the bike. Her orgasms continued without stopping and she screamed and said the wildest things into my helmet. She let go of my cock and just wrapped her arms around me, shaking like a wild thing. My wife can make some wonderful sounds when she is riding out an orgasm, but this was different. She sounded like a wild animal, and I loved every second of it.

“Stop! Stop! Stop! I have to get off before I die!”

I pulled to the side of the road under some trees. Lucy just about fell off the bike. I had to hold her upright because her legs would not work. She is not really a gusher, but this time she was. She was so wet. Her legs were dripping, my back soaked. Her juices trickled off the seat of the bike. There I stood next to the road with my hard cock outside my pants, holding a wife who trembled from her head to her toes.

Right there in the open, she leaned on the bike with her arms and exposed her pussy to me. Her dress was in a mess and pulled up so high that her entire ass was beckoning me. We were both so wet that I just slid into her—so deep that my balls were bumping against her clit. The bike ride had her so worked-up and sensitive that, as I started pumping her—and I was moving extremely slowly—she had another orgasm, whimpering like a puppy. It was incredible.

At this point, I pushed my cock in as deep as possible and just held it there while my hands grabbed her nipples and twisted them between my fingers. My cock was feeling every contraction of her pussy as she enjoyed herself. I withheld, forcing myself not to cum.

“Maxx. It won’t stop. I can’t stop cumming. I’m cumming again. Oh Fuck, fuck, fuck. Pinch my nipples! Harder! Yes! Yes! Twist them! I can feel my nipples all the way into my clit!”

Suddenly, she was overcome with emotion and started crying. I withdrew my cock and turned her around and held her against my chest. I gently removed her helmet and then mine. We moved behind the large tree and sat down on the soft grass. Within a few seconds, my lover-wife fell asleep with her head on my lap, my hard cock against her cheek. What a picture. I joined her and also nodded off.

After a few minutes, I woke up and looked down. My cock had gone soft and was lying against her lips. She stuck out her tongue and just touched the tip. Our combined juices had become dry, but she changed that in five seconds flat by engulfing my cock in her sweet, sexy mouth.

“I want to ride that monster some more, but first I want to give you some attention.”

We were quite secluded and there had not been any traffic since we started, so we were both quite relaxed. She pulled my pants all the way down and threw them to one side. I made myself comfortable on my back, waiting to see what my sensual lover had in mind.

“Relax. Just lie back and feel every sensation to the fullest. Don’t be in a hurry. I want to make love to your cock.” And then she started.

She only touched me with her well-manicured nails. Nothing else. Gently, she scratched my balls, then moved down to the area between my balls and my ass. My entire body responded when she used both hands and started pulling her nails up the full length of my cock from the bottom to the tip, again and again.

Next, her nails moved very softly over only the head with my foreskin pulled back all the way, and her movements were driving me crazy. She didn’t focus on me. All of her attention centered on my cock and making sure that it received the most exquisite sensations.

Hard and swollen, my cock dripped pre-cum like an open faucet. My legs started shaking, and I reached the cusp a massive orgasm.

Lucy saw that I would shoot my load within seconds. She changed her style and only scratched the area at the bottom of my cockhead, using only one finger.

It was the sweetest agony. My cock was bobbing with every heartbeat. At that very moment that I started cumming, she moved her hand away and just watched. My cum shot into the air. It landed on my stomach, my legs, my chest and on my balls. I cannot remember that I have ever cum so much. It was everywhere.

“Close your eyes and relax. I will clean you.” Lucy took off her very short dress and stood in front of me completely naked. I was NOT going to close my eyes. This was too lovely to miss. She started wiping the cum off my body with her dress and when she was done she very casually put the dress on again. My wife was a sexual mess at that moment, and she was so beautiful that I wanted to eat her alive!

“The minute you feel strong enough, we can go. To be quite honest, I feel strong enough to cum again, and I want to ride that monster again and feel it between my legs. In other words, Maxx, if you will GO, I will CUM! So please, let us get this thing on the road. I am already dripping just talking about it.”

And then she had a fresh idea. “Wait, just start the bike and stand back and watch.” I did as I was told. (Happy Wife! Happy Life! ?) My precious wife lifted her dress up high as she climbed onto the bike that was standing on its rest. Next, she slid back in such a way that she had her hand on the throttle and her bare pussy pressed against the seat and then she pushed up the revs of the Monster between her legs, while I stood there in total amazement, watching the most erotic show.

She was telling me in detail what she was doing and feeling. After less than two minutes, her face started changing. Her legs began to shake. Her back arched, and then she screamed! She screamed and used words that had me on the verge of cumming again.

Lucy was hanging onto my waist with one arm and onto my cock with the other hand, doing her best not to fall off the bike. Her orgasms continued without stopping and she screamed and said the wildest things into my helmet. She let go of my cock and just wrapped her arms around me, shaking like a wild thing. My wife can make some wonderful sounds when she is riding out an orgasm, but this was different. She sounded like a wild animal, and I loved every second of it.