Wife goes to a biker bar with unintended consequences

Wow! When my husband suggested that I go out last night
I had an idea what I was in for but wow, it wasn’t
anything like this. John and I have been married for 8
years. We have an open relationship sexually. This was
at John’s urging, mostly because he spends weeks,
sometimes more than a month, on the road running his
business. We’ve always shared the experiences, both
his, and mine. We’ve found that it has added an extra
thrill for when we get together after those long
periods apart.

Well, I talked to him yesterday and he could tell I was
getting antsy for something special. It was his
suggestion that I go out to this one particular bar on
the outskirts of town. This bar was a notorious biker
bar. We’d been in there together twice, it was loud and
rowdy, but we both had a good time. The interesting
thing about the bar was that there was a back room
which was a private area, for members only. I guessed
that it was for one of the biker clubs. I could only
imagine what went on behind those closed doors, since
it was pretty wild as it was, up in the front where we

John urged me to go out and see if I could get myself
laid. He mentioned “George’s Pub” almost as a joke
really, I don’t think he actually thought I’d dare to
do something like that on my own. I’ve done some wilder
things than he knows about, well, he knows about almost
everything, maybe just not the degree. I don’t think he
knows how much I secretly like it either, I am never
sure how much I should tell him sometimes.

I dressed up casually, I didn’t want to overdress for a
place like George’s. I can’t help but pass for the lily
white yuppie type I am, but I figure I can fit in
anywhere with a denim skirt and a nice flowery blouse
showing a little cleavage.

I arrived at George’s and looked around. It was kind of
dead, there were only a handful of people milling
around, shooting pool or sitting at the bar. However, I
noticed a larger number, mostly men, that would either
go into the private back room, or return from it. It
sounded more lively back there as well, I could hear
the music vibrating through the walls. The men that
went to the back were almost certainly bikers, most had
on their leathers. The few women I saw go to the back
were probably biker chicks.

The lady bartender noticed me watching the back. “Yes,
it’s much more lively in there,” she laughed.

“Really? How is that?” I asked.

“Well, let’s just say it is more of an ‘anything goes’
place than out here.”

“How does one get in?” I wondered.

She eyed me over good before answering. “Well, a woman
like you probably couldn’t get in.”


“Well, it’s a members only area, either you belong to
the biker club, or, you have to be one of their chicks
and, judging by your appearance, I don’t think you are
either.” She laughed.

I jokingly pouted and said, “I’m just looking for a
good time.”

She looked at me and said, “you’d better be careful
what you wish for honey, trust me, you are safer out

Now honestly, I just wanted to find a stud for the
night, get a good fucking, then go home. Even though it
wasn’t looking promising, I wasn’t looking forward to
driving somewhere else. I didn’t have any other plans.
I thought I’d stick around, see what happens. I noticed
a group of women, the previously mentioned biker
chicks, sitting around a table behind me. They suddenly
made a commotion and I turned to look. One woman was
holding a shorter straw than the others and they were
verbally giving her the business about it. The woman
got up red faced, smoothed her leather skirt out, took
a long drag on her cigarette before putting it out.

“I guess I’ll be back…whenever…” she said in a
resigned tone. The woman headed out the front door. The
bartender saw my quizzical look.

“See, that’s what I mean honey,” she said as she leaned
in close to my ear, “this isn’t exactly your cup of

I laughed, “how do you know that?”

“Well, you seem like the professional type, reserved,
probably a little too conservative, if you know what
I’m saying.”

“Hey, I resent that!” I said jokingly.

“Ok, let me ask you this then,” she said, now
whispering. “Are you the type of person that will walk
out the front door, go around to the back, go into a
‘special’ room that has a certain hole in the wall and
then provide… oh… services for people?”

I’m sure she saw my face turn crimson. “Yep,” she
chuckled, “I thought so.”

I thought, “Oh my god,” that woman is going to go to
some sort of glory hole in the back.” I’d been to adult
bookstores before and seen the holes there but never
considered doing anything there. I’m sure I thought it
was more of a ‘gay’ thing. Still, I’d sucked guys off
pretty much anonymously in the past, at frat parties
for example, where I sucked guys who I’m sure never
knew my name nor even would be able to recognize my
face ten minutes after. I have to admit, providing oral
sex is one of my favorite activities in this world, I
always told John that if I had my own dick, and if it
was possible, I’d be sucking it all the time. The
thought of doing it completely anonymously was making
me moist.

I watched the woman outside, taking a shot of something
from a flask, obviously stalling. The bartender looked
at me and smiled, “Looks like she needs to get her
courage up.”

I had an inspiration based on my prolonged abstinence
as well as this now brewing fantasy. I paid my bill in
a hurry and told the barkeep, “you were right about me,
guess I’ll go find another place.” I smiled to her when
I left her a big tip and rushed out the door.

The woman was gone. I walked around the side and didn’t
see her, then finally I headed around to the back. She
was still there, hovering outside a small door that
looked like it led to a shed, though that shed was
attached to the main building. I touched her shoulder
and she spun around.

“Hi, I’m sorry..” I stammered, as I searched for just
the right words.

“What do you want sugar?” she asked drunkenly. Her hair
was nearly in a beehive, her front teeth were snaggled
and her eye makeup was positively raccoon.

“I uh… um… god, I don’t even know how to say it…”
I choked out. “I heard that… back here… you go in
there and there’s some kind of gloryhole…”

“Who told you that?” she sneered suspiciously.

“Nobody, I mean somebody… but I don’t mean any harm,
I just wondered,” I nervously said as a sick feeling
started to come over me in panic.

“Wondered what?” she said, now intrigued.

I laid it out for her, the best I could. “I wondered,
if it’s true anyway, that there’s a glory hole in there
and that women, such as yourself, come out here after
losing at drawing straws and then have to provide oral
services for men there.”

She laughed out loud, “oral services? What are you, a
lawyer? Lady, we come out here and suck guys off!”

I blushed. “Well, yes, that’s what I mean,” and I

“What is it to you then?” she asked.

“Well,” I said as I gulped not believing I was even
going to ask this but, “I wondered if you’d let me do
it instead, let me go in there, and take your place.”

I really had the fantasy of anonymous sex, especially
oral, and the glory hole idea had never failed to at
least get me horny and here it was, what I thought was
the perfect opportunity to enjoy the pleasures of
random cocks.

She looked at me as if I’d just come from the stars.
“Lady, you actually want to do it?” I nodded. “I don’t
know, if the boys ever found out I welched on my
duties, well, I don’t know what they’d do.” She said
with concern.

“They don’t have to find out, it’s just a hole in a
wall, right? It’s not like men can tell whose mouth is
whose.” I said.

“True, men are pigs, but still…” she said

“Listen, I’ll give you a 100$ if you let me do it.” I
said, trying to convince her. I took out my wallet. She
saw that I had more.

“Give me all of it.” she said quickly.

“What? There’s like 250$ in here!” I said in a panic.

“Give it to me, or I’ll march around front and tell
them some prissy slut is trying to fool them, you’d
better be down the road a piece before they get out

“Ok ok,” I said, defeated as I handed her all my money.

“Thanks sweets,” she said sarcastically, “Oh, for this
money I’ll give you some tips. First, I’d take off your
top and your skirt if you don’t want to get
it….messy…shall we say. I always use mine to
cushion my knees.” I nodded. Second, some of them ask
for some pussy, it doesn’t usually happen, they usually
wait till we all are on the couches and such back there
but you should be ready for it, just in case.” I nodded
again. “Third, make this the last time you ever do this
because you really are fucking with some hardcore
people here, they’d tear a mouse like you up.” she said
before walking away. “Have fun!” she laughed, while she
waved my former money over her head. I heard banging on
the wall even before I opened the door.

“What the fuck are you doing out there Gloria, let’s
go, the boys are waiting!” a voice boomed. They must’ve
seen the light from the parking lot through their self
made hole, “Ok, the slut is ready, finally.”

I looked around the tiny room, illuminated only by the
light through cracks in the wall as well as the hole.
It really was a shed, formerly. There was a smell of
gasoline or oil as if it was a storage for lawnmowers
or equipment. There was nothing in the room, not a
chair, a window, or even a light switch. I remembered
the woman’s talk and I quickly took off my top and
wriggled out of my skirt. I folded it up carefully and
placed it under my knees. I could see why she did it,
the floor was nothing but frayed old boards. I had just
barely hit my knees when the hole was filled by
something. Mmm, my first cock.

I licked it around the head and it began to perk to
life. It was salty, and definitely musky. There’s
something about that that drives me crazy. I licked and
swirled my tongue around it and I could hear him

“Damn, Gloria is feeling it tonight boys!” he whooped.
I smiled. I took pride that he seemed to be inferring I
sucked a better cock than that skank that took my
money. My fingers found their way to my tits and I
pinched my pierced nipples lightly as I took his cock
fully in my mouth. I’d chosen my favorite little loops
for tonight, hoping that I’d find someone to twist them
in that way I so enjoy. I took it upon myself at this
time to lightly spin them around.

He was fully erect now and bucking softly into my
mouth. I chuckled to myself that I’d bothered to take
off my clothes, knowing that I’d had in mind to swallow
as much cum as I could handle. These are the types of
things I’m not sure I should tell John, I don’t know
what he’d think of his wife, if he knew she was a cum
guzzling slut. Cock number one was getting to that
recognizable point of no return and I readied my mouth
for its prize. I was not disappointed, he filled my
mouth with his cream and I slurped it up like it was
heaven sent. I let his cock out of my mouth with a loud

Cock number two came through and it was slightly
longer, but definitely thinner. I like taking thinner
cocks deep, deep as I can and I gave him my best deep
throat. I heard appreciative groans from the other

“Goddamn, this is the deepest Gloria has ever taken
me,” he said with shock.

I smiled and continued worshipping his manhood. He
didn’t last long and soon his cum mixed with his
friend’s, in my willing mouth. His cock was deep in my
throat when he started cumming and I choked a little on
it, which caused some of his precious cum to drip onto
my chest, then down my body to my legs. I’d have
cleaned it off with my fingers but cock number three
was already on its way through the hole. This cock, and
the next one, added their cum to my mouth and my
stomach started to gurgle from four loads of cum. My
fingers had found my pussy by now and I was going to
try and match my orgasm to the next load of cum in my

Instead, the next guy put his face near the hole and
snorted, “gimme some of that snatch momma,” before
sticking his fat dick through the hole. Well, I
certainly wasn’t going to argue with that so I turned
around and backed up my glistening pussy onto his cock.
God this was heaven. All the cock I can suck and now a
fucking, I was in slut nirvana. I loved the way his
thick cock felt in me. I only wished that the wall
wasn’t there for deeper penetration, but it didn’t seem
to faze him. He expertly pulled out to the very brink
before he jammed it back in each time. I went back to
playing with my pussy and I was able to time it so that
when he started filling me up with his jism I too
joined him in orgasmic bliss. Suddenly, the shed door

“What in the flying fuck!!??” said the scariest guy I’d
ever seen. He was huge, 6’5″ or so, probably more than
250 pounds. He was bald but even in the light from the
parking lot I could see his head was tattooed. So were
his arms, as much as I could see of him. He had a fire
in his eyes.

“Who the fuck are you….where is Gloria?” he yelled. I
swear I almost fainted, I’ve never been so frightened.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” I kept babbling at him as
he yelled at me. “I just took her place, she didn’t do
anything wrong, I just wanted to…” I sobbed.

“You fucking whore,” he barked, “you getting your kicks
off at our expense?”

“No! It’s not like that… I just… I just thought
I’d…” I cried uncontrollably.

He just grabbed me by the back of my hair and yanked me
out the door, naked, into the open. He marched me
around to a side door. I must’ve been a sight, a naked
woman, being dragged by her hair into their private
area, dripping cum from everywhere.

He threw me through the door onto the middle of the
floor. It was like a den of wolves. There were a dozen
men, at least, circling me.

“This fucking slut did something and took Gloria’s
place.” The leader said. “This whore said she did it
because she wanted to… unfucking believable.”

I could feel their stares burning a whole in my
nakedness. I just kept my head down to the floor, I was
still sobbing. They seemed to huddle to themselves for
a moment, before the leader stepped forward. “This is
highly unusual.” he said with obvious understatement.
“I mean, we certainly get our share of sluts around
here, but this really takes the cake.”

I chanced a look up at his face as he spoke. His jaw
was tight, but he seemed much more in control then he
did at the shed door.

“Well slut, I’ll call you slut even though your name is
Kate Wilson. I gasped when I realized he’d gotten my
purse out of the shed. Here’s the deal, this is a
private club, notice I said the word private.” Nowhere
in that statement does it say public club. My sobs
continued as he chided me.

“We guys here like to keep this private for a reason,
we do things here that, oh, shall we say, are better
off in a private setting. So, here comes a slut that
thinks she’s smarter than us.” I remember that I kept
begging him that it was all just a fantasy, that I
didn’t want to hurt anyone, break any rules. He just
ignored my pleas.

“No one has been hurt here doll,” he sneered, “but,
rules are rules, we do not allow non-members access to
any part of the club, and that includes out back, you

I wailed that yes, I understood, I’d never do it again,
I’d never come back.

He just laughed. “You don’t really get it, I said non-
members can’t be back here…” I just looked at him
questioningly. “It’s simple, you are going to be our
newest member.” I looked at him hopefully. “You are
going to join our club tonight.” I nodded meekly,
hoping that the worst was over. “All new members go
through an initiation, isn’t that right boys?” he

I felt a sickness come on. “Enough of the talk, the
slut is joining our club!” he laughed all the while he
paraded me naked and dripping around the room while the
men copped their feels and smacked my tits and my ass
freely when I passed. The leader, “Spike” as they
called him noticed my pierced nipples.

“Good, good, saves me the trouble of doing it for you,”
he said as he grabbed my hoops and pulled me down to my
knees. He pushed my head to the floor and someone
tossed him some handcuffs and he snapped them on me,
behind my back. I was naked and cuffed on my knees on
the cold tile floor while it seemed that the men were
swirling around me. Spike returned with some thin wire.

I was panic stricken. I thought, ‘Oh god, oh god they
aren’t going to k**l me are they?” Spike had no such
idea. He took the wire and fed it through the loops of
my nipple rings. He then attached the ends to a ring on
the floor, probably used for other bondage games for
all I know. I was now wired to the floor by my nipples,
I had only a few inches of leeway before they’d tug on

“Boys, I think the slut is ready for her initiation. ”
He leaned close to me as he knelt before me. “Listen,
what goes on here stays here, you know what I’m
saying?” I nodded, the tears still spilling freely out
of my eyes. “No judge in the world would accuse us of
raping you, especially after seeing the videotape of
you sucking off, what was it, like four or five guys?
Also, I’m sure they’d be interested in hearing how you
actually paid Gloria for the privilege.” I blanched.

“Yes she told us, she really is a good slut, she’s
knows better than to cross us.” My tears were forming a
small pool on the floor. He continued softly, “so that
we’re clear, no one here is doing anything unwillingly,
right?” He looked directly into my eyes. “No sir,” I
said, hoping to not displease him. “Good, the slut is
ready for the initiation boys!”

I heard whooping and hollering but I kept my head down,
trying to preserve at least a perceived anonymity.
Suddenly I felt something cold on my ass. It was
leather. Spike slid it slowly across my ass, then
SMACK, he let it come down on my cheek with authority.
I yelped. The men cheered. He continued, SMACK! SMACK!
One after the other, I was being whipped in front of
all of them.

Embarrassingly, this is another thing I’m always afraid
to tell John. I can’t seem to tell him that I really
like him to be rougher. I’m afraid for him to know that
I can get off on being spanked hard, treated roughly, I
mean, what would he think? But here I was, wired to the
floor by my nipples while some big mean guy was lashing
my ass with a piece of leather and I was getting wet by
it, god help me.

I think it impressed Spike how much I could take. He
leaned back down to me and growled, “you like this
don’t you baby, goddamn, I think you really are a
fucking total slut!” I just shook my head no,

My ass must’ve been a shade of red seen only on Mars,
my skin is so porcelain white, I have Irish b***d in me
and that b***d no doubt had rushed to the surface of my
ass. “The slut’s ready boys!” Spike called out.

Instantly there was a guy behind me. He shoved his cock
into my pussy and I’m sure he was surprised by how
easily he slid in. I’d had the luxury of at least being
opened up first earlier and lubricated by the other guy
but, that wasn’t the only thing causing this degree of
wetness in me, it was humiliating really. He fucked me
good while the men chanted, “Slut! Slut! Slut!” in my
ears. He filled me up only to be replaced by another,
then another. I was being gangbanged. I’d never
experienced it before, in my total fantasy world I’d
wondered about it, got horny thinking about it,
fantasizing about it, but here it was, even though it
was not in my plans.

I was being worked over by the fourth guy when I saw
the door leading to the front part of the bar open, out
of the corner of my eye. It was the lady bartender,
bringing a round of drinks. The look on her face was of
pure shock. I saw her talk privately to Spike while I
was getting rode like a wild mare. Spike brought her
over to me. They both squatted down by me. “The lady
here is wondering how a woman like you is back here, in
the predicament you are in,” he said as the b***d again
filled my face in shame.

“I told her how it happened, I’m not sure if she
believes me,” he said curtly. “Maybe you should tell
her yourself.

I grunted with the thrusts of the man inside me, “It
was just a fantasy, I didn’t mean for it to happen this
way,” I panted as the man filled me up with his hard

“Are you sure you are ok lady? She asked with concern.
“I own this place and I’ll call the fucking cops if
these guys are raping you.” Spike just looked at me

“Well?” he smirked, “Are we raping you?”

“No!” I managed to c***e out as the guy inside me
pumped me full of his cum, I could feel my tits being
stretched out lewdly by the wire as I tried to raise to
talk. “No, I wanted this, I wanted to join their club,
they are INITIATING me,” I said, emphasizing the word
as another cock found my sloppy hole.

“Are you fucking sure about this?” she asked one more

“Yesssss!” I gasped as this large dick pierced me. She
just shrugged dismissively.

“Well, looks like I was wrong about you then,” she
snipped. She didn’t look back.

Another couple guys added their sperm to my now soupy
pussy and then it was Spike’s turn. “The guys always
leave something for old spike,” he cracked.

I knew what he meant even before his cock slid around
my pussy to coat it with juices. He slipped his meaty
cockhead over my puckered asshole. I’m no prude about
anal but his cock was pretty big, I knew it was going
to hurt and I knew I couldn’t control how fast or hard
he did it. He was remarkably gentle though. He slid it
into me slowly and allowed me to get used to
accommodating that thick wonderful dick before he
started pumping it into me fully.

I heard appreciative murmurs from the crowd. As he
pumped me, several of the guys who were now working on
seconds stood in front of me. Spike must’ve signaled
them but one of them released my now sore and stretched
nipples from the tether. It was only to allow them to
raise me and use my mouth, but by now I was more than
willing, I was on fire, a fire I’d only dreamed about.
I only wished that I could use my hands but I was still
cuffed, but it didn’t matter, the men were just using
my mouth like a pussy, they fucked it in long strokes
and filled me like they did my cunt.

Spike’s long fingers found their way around to my pussy
while I was getting fucked from both ends. He expertly
tweaked and flicked my clit, I thought I was going to
die it was so fucking incredible, a cock in my ass, a
cock in my mouth and even as that thought was filling
my fevered brain I started to shudder in an orgasm that
I’ll long remember. Spike just held on for dear life
when I bucked and moaned my way through its heavenly
ride. “Damn girl,” was all he could say, in awe.

They were done with my mouth, Spike was rhythmically
fucking my ass in long strokes, my bound hands reached
back and I could feel his cock and his balls as they
pounded me. Suddenly he grabbed my hips and impaled me
completely on his fucking monster.

He let out a groan that I’m sure Nancy, the bartender,
could hear from out front. He filled me with his spunk
while I urged him on. He pulled out, I collapsed on the
floor. I was leaking profusely out of every orifice. I
remember burping and it coming up cum, I swear I was
filled completely. The room was quiet, a few of the men
were leaving out the front when Spike pulled me to my

Without a word he uncuffed me, grabbed me by my arm and
pushed me back outside. He pushed me into the grass by
the side of the building. “DON’T MOVE!” he shouted

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