Winter Survival Skills: part 2 Mike & Amy decompress from the trauma, generously. (Erotic Coupling) By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. We lay there a long time silently thinking and looking at each other, thinking about being grateful to be alive, and becoming closer to each other through this ordeal. “Mike,” She whispered "Yes?” “Will you suck on my tits?” “You sure,” I asked. In answer she sat up pulled her pj top off before sliding her pants down and off. She moved over to me completely naked as I unzipped my bag. She pulled my thermals up and tossed it aside before working my longjohns down and off. She tossed them aside and then straddled me, with her hot wet pussy rubbing along my hard dick. "Please,” She whispered as she leaned her body down to bring her two hanging globes in front of my face. I reached up and took both tits in my hands, and drew them to my mouth, sucking one of her nipples deep into my mouth as I squeezed her tit into a pointy cone. "Humm” she moaned quietly “that feels so good!” We sat there for some time, my mouth working first one tit and then the other. Her groin had been rubbing my dick with her wet lips for some time before I felt her lift up and take hold of my dick. I felt her wet lips envelope my dick as she pushed against me. She moaned again as she slid down my dick, pushing her upper body until she was almost upright, her head touching the top of the tent. She leaned forward a little, putting her hands on my chest for support and then began to slowly ride up and down my dick, rising until she was almost off and then sliding down slowly until she was at the bottom, and then continued to grind her pussy back and forth on me before starting the trip again. I still had hold of her tits and put my hands to good use squeezing and massaging her tits and playing with her nipples with my fingers. It’s obvious that her tits get very aroused and any attention they get, really turns her on. She set the pace, working to her liking, taking her time. I allowed her to take all the time she wanted, but she began to pick up the pace after a while, working in shorter strokes and driving against me with more force. Her actions and very tight pussy were having an effect and I was getting much closer to coming. “oh god oh god oh god” she whispered to no one in particular as her body began to shake. I pulled her lower, using her tits as handles and sucked a nipple into my mouth, rolling it against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. She ground her hips hard against me while she made small mewing sounds. She slowly lowered her body down to mine and rolled to the side, taking me with her. I continued the roll until I was on top of her, both our bodies still exposed to the cold air in the tent. “Fuck me now,” She whispered in my ear as she spread her legs wide so I could better stroke into her. She groaned and moaned quietly as I pushed my dick its full length time after time. She put her arms around my neck and pulled my head down as she pushed her tits toward my mouth as I stroked. "suck my tit,” She whispered in my ear. "Fill me with your cum. Pretend you’re squirting your juice all over my tits. Pretend my tits are wrapped around your big hard dick and its poking into my mouth with each stroke.” She panted in my ear. “Oh you feel so good,” She said in a squeaky voice. "You’re going to make me cum again,” I drove my dick deep into her and groaned as her body shuddered in time with my first squirt of cum. I unloaded shot after shot of hot juice into her, finally lowering myself on top of her, spent. We rolled onto my sleeping bag, both of us tired and drained, and starting to get cold. She snuggled against me, laying half on top of me. I zipped us in, snuggled like a cocoon. "That felt so nice. I haven’t been screwed in almost five years,” She said as she nuzzled my neck. "I’m glad you liked it,” I said, worried about where this is going. "You know, Nancy can never know about this,” She sai

Winter Survival Skills: part 1 -  Winter survival training becomes the real thing. (erotic couplings) By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Some years ago I took over as scoutmaster for a local troop of about fifteen guys. Over a three year period my troop grew from fifteen to over forty-five boys. With this came the need for leaders, and I was fortunate to have twelve active assistants, including two moms, one of them was Amy, the mother of my son’s best friend. Amy and my wife Nancy were best friends. Our sons were born within a few months of each other and both had a healthy desire to breastfeed. Nancy & Amy met at a mothers group and became friends. Our two sons were practically inseparable once they reached walking and talking age. As a result our two families spent much time and many activities together. Amy’s husband was, unfortunately, a deadbeat drunk, which resulted in me frequently being a “dad” figure to Chris. We even joked on occasions that Amy was my second wife, although not in “that” way. Not that I hadn’t had a few accidental peeks over the many years, but we respected the boundaries and that was that. Being a scout leader means that you frequently go on outings with boys, and this requires at least two leaders at all times. Amy was an active participant, believing that if her son wanted to go, she was willing to try it as well. This resulted in her attending many campouts and “high adventure” treks such as repelling, backpacking and canoeing. The boys had attended a number of winter campouts, and I had passed on a lot of my knowledge of winter camping and survival that I learned from my many winters as a kid in the northern part of the country, and my almost annual ice fishing trips into the northern wilderness of upper Minnesota and Wisconsin. Some of the boys wanted a more advanced taste, and we planned a winter trip to the Canadian high adventure camp. This trip would be complete with advanced classes on winter survival, such as how to trap food and deal with blizzard conditions. Getting leader training in the boy scouts is usually just a matter of finding or waiting for the right training class, and then going and getting certified. This kind of thing was regularly done for water training and such, but there were no training classes for winter survival or camping. After a number of calls to council headquarters, they agreed that my own personal certifications and experiences would allow me to create and teach a winter camping and survival class for leaders. The only problem now was how to conduct such a class in Missouri. The answer was to head up to Wisconsin during the early winter for training. A number of leaders enthusiastically agreed with the plan… that was until a few weeks before it was time to go and they realized they were going to have to slog through a foot or more of snow. In the end I had six male leaders and one female leader, Amy, besides myself that could go on the five day training trip. The trip started out normal enough. We left early in the morning for the nine hour drive, hitting the trail head just before dark. We had only planned on hiking in a mile or so the first day to make camp. It took a little while to get all our heavy clothing on and the trailer unpacked and everyone geared up, finally hiking out for our campsite just as the sun was hitting the tops of the trees. I wasn’t worried about light, the bright December moon was nearly full and already high in the sky as the sun slipped away. The guys, most of them in their late twenties to early thirties, tossed snow like a bunch of kids and had a great time for that first mile, slogging through foot deep powder in the crisp twenty degree air. It was an easy trek to find the site we selected, following the GPS right to the clearing in the heavy woods. This particular state park had a twisting twenty-eight mile loop trail that was off limits to snow-mobiles. In the summer it was a spectacular hike, with strea

The Big Idea: Sharing Her Stud; Best friend offers Her boyfriend to take Katie’s virginity. By DanDraper. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. KATIE’S STORY Katie woke up feeling like shit. She laid in bed wondering what the hell she was thinking of drinking as hard as she did last night. It took her a few minutes to realize she was fully naked under her blanket and suddenly remembered the incredibly handsome man she was hanging out with at the bar. She looked over at the other side of her bed. He was not there, nor were there any signs that he was around. She remembered him taking her home and her having to drag him into the bedroom. She thought long and hard, trying to remember if they had sex or not. “Oh, I remember now,” she said to herself. It took a moment, but she suddenly remembered feeling very sick. The guy recognized that she was going to throw up and quickly took her to the bathroom, got her head in the toilet, and she vomited like she had the Spanish flu. After that, everything was very hazy. She had no idea how she got naked and into her bedroom, or if she had had sex with the man she met. She doesn’t feel like she had sex, but then again, she wouldn’t know how it would feel afterwards. Katie was a virgin, or at least she thinks she still is, depending on what happened to her last night. She was setting out to finally have sex but was hoping to remember the experience as she hadn’t planned on drinking so heavily. She heard a noise outside of her bedroom, she could tell there was someone in her kitchen. If it was the man she took home last night, he could shed some light on the subject. She found some clothes to quickly put on and left the bedroom. She was incredibly nervous about seeing that man. She hoped she hadn’t fully embarrassed herself in front of him. As she reached the kitchen, her nervousness went away and was replaced with disappointment. It was not the sexy man she hoped she had sex with, but her best friend Jennifer, making coffee. “Good morning, sunshine,” said Jennifer. “Good morning,” Katie replied. “This is going to sound awkward, but did you see someone else around her before?” “Oh, you mean that super sexy Marine you took home last night?” Jennifer asked. “I have to say, you’ve got good taste.” Katie sat at the kitchen table, trying to ignore the massive hangover headache she was getting. “I don’t remember much after I vomited last night. I’m trying to piece together what happened.” “Let me fill in the gaps for you,” said Jennifer, as she got two cups of coffee ready for the both of them. She handed one to Katie and took the seat next to her. “He took you home because he saw how drunk you were from the way you were all over him despite how much he resisted your advances.” “He resisted me?” Katie asked. “I thought it was mutual.” “You were drunk, you thought what you wanted to think,” Jennifer reminded her. “So, after he took you home and you repeatedly tried to get him to fuck you, but he didn’t, he saw you were going to throw up and took you to the bathroom. After you vomited and began crying on the floor.” “I cried, oh no,” Katie said, looking very embarrassed. “He then looked through your phone and called me. When I came, he helped me get you washed up and undressed and took you to bed before he left, and I slept next to you all night.” “Oh God, I feel so stupid,” said Katie as she took a sip of her coffee. “Did the marine leave his number by any chance?” “Katie, that guy was gay,” Jennifer revealed. “I know because when I arrived, I first accused him of trying to take advantage of you. That’s when he told me he was gay and showed me proof by showing me photos on his phone of him and his boyfriend, some of which had them making out with each other.” Katie felt like the biggest idiot in the world. She couldn’t believe she spent the whole night hitting on a gay guy. “That means, it was all for nothing,” Katie began to say. “That means I’m still a ..” Katie stopped herself before she revea

The Widow Has A Daughter: part 2; The Daughter’s Approval Meant More Than I Knew. By bart23233. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was late June and I was headed to Linda’s after work. We’d planned a dinner out and I was going to stay the night. I arrived around 5:30pm and was met at the door by Lilly. He said, “Hi” and welcomed me inside. “I just got off the phone with mom. She’s had some work emergency and she’ll be at least an hour late. She said make yourself at home and she’d call when she left the office.” “Did she say what it was?” “No, just that she was sorry.” “Well,” I said. I guess we have time to talk. You’ve been so busy getting ready for college we haven’t had a long chat in a while.“ "Yes. Actually, there was something I wanted you to help me with.” She suddenly had a shy face and seemed unsure about continuing. “Come on, it’s me. You can tell or ask me anything. You know I’ve very fond of your mom and you,” I said hoping to make whatever it was easier for her. I took a chair from the table in the eat-in kitchen and turned it around to the counter. Lilly turned one of the counter-height stools to face me. She was dressed for the warm weather. She had a t-shirt on with the logo of her new college on it. Her skirt was a lightweight fabric and came halfway to her knee. There was no doubt, she was really cute. “So, how can I help? Something about college?” “Sorta. I don’t know if mom told you, but I’m still a virgin.” “No,” I said. “That really didn’t come up in our talks – I mean really outside of what we’d talk about. Okay. So, you’re a virgin. Lots of people are.” “I don’t want to go off to college as a virgin. So, I want to deal with it now.” “I thought you were still dating Bobby. It was not of my business, but I thought that he’d – well, picked your cherry.” She paused for a moment. “That’s part of the problem. Bobby would most likely screw it up, I mean with the hymen and all. He’s so dumb on these things!” “So. You want me to talk to Bobby and walk him through it so that he doesn’t screw it up?” “No. I don’t want Bobby!” I kind of understood not wanting a high school boy to be your first. They fumble around and finally get their little dicks in your pussy, blow their cum in under a minute and then rush off to tell their friends. The next day at school, before lunch, two of Bobby’s friends would ask Lilly for a date. I thought back to my high school days. I’d gotten into two pussies. The first was Megan because my buddy Doug had told me that she’d fucked him. So, I took her to Lover’s Lane and finally got her out of her panties, my dick in her cunt and I was done before I knew it. The other was Cindy. Back to Lover’s Lane. Getting her out of her panties was more of an effort. Finally, she was ready and I thrusted my dick into her pussy and facing some resistance before it went all the way in. It was her first time and I’d broken her hymen. Again, it took me about a minute to cum in her pussy and she was crying the whole time. Everyone deserves better memories of their first time than that. “Well, who do I talk to? Who and what do you want?” She stared at me. “I want you to fuck me. I trust you to do it right,” she said. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I’m with your mom and I’m pretty sure that fucking her daughter is way out of bounds!” “Don’t worry about mom. I can take care of her. I really need you to do this for me.” Her legs together, she lifted her feet from the bottom rung of the stool to the next ones up. It positioned her so that I was looking right at her knees. She slowly spread her legs. She had no panties. I was staring transfixed. I had expected to see her pubic area cover with fine, blond hair. There was none. Obviously, she had gotten waxed. The lack of pubic hair made her crotch seem even younger. Her legs were only slightly ajar at this point, but she slowly moved her knees apart. I could see her pussy lips. They were closed showing a slight line down the center. It was as

The widow has a daughter: part 1; The seal of approval goes two ways. By bart23233. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. For me, turning 40 was a real issue. My friends were throwing me a big four-oh party and it kind of got out of hand there were a lot of people there. Many of whom I didn’t even know. Let’s just say that we passed small and intimate way back in the dust. As I moved through the crowd, a woman who appeared to be about 45 caught my eye. She was one of the many people I didn’t know. She was in shape and had a great body. I decided that at 40, I was allowed to chat up women who were 45. I move over to her and introduced myself. She told me she was Linda. As it turned out, she was friends with a couple I knew and they’d invited her to the party. I asked if she brought her husband, and she replied that she was a widow having lost her husband a year ago. I expressed my sympathies. She said that it wasn’t needed as she’d made it past the first three months and worked her head through it. He was gone and she had to move on. “So, what’s the hardest part now,” I asked. She leaned in and said, “No sex. I really miss that part.” “A good-looking woman such as yourself should have no problem solving that,” I said. “It’s harder than you think. After all, you haven’t offered now have you,” she asked with a provocative smile on her face. “Never let it be said that I have no manners. You have my offer to help in that area at any time,” I said. The room was crowded and everyone was on top of each other. Someone passed by carrying a couple of drinks and offering up a “pardon me”. In the bustle of the room, I felt her hand rubbing the crotch of my pants. It wasn’t an accidental bump against me, she was groping for treasure. “Just checking to see if it were a valid offer,” she said. “Seems it was very real.” By this time, she had a firm grip on my ball sack and my cock was swelling to full size. It was kind of fun. This had never happened before, even at drunken frat parties at college. Even college girls had been more discrete. By this point, she’d released my balls and was gently rubbing my cock through my pants. She rubbed it from end-to-end, slowly. “Okay, you have my attention and a bit of pre-cum,” I said in a whisper at her ear. She smiled. “I want more than that,” she whispered back. The room had pretty much cleared. She stood in a corner, me facing her. Releasing my cock, she unzipped my pants and reached in grabbing my cock. She gave it a good tug and then fondling the head, said, “Yes, I see we do have a pre-cum situation.” With that, she released my cock, zipped my pants and slowly licked her fingers which carried my pre-cum. “May I call you,” she asked. “You can call me for anything at any time,” I replied. With that she glided away and starting chatting with other guests. It was just as if nothing had happened. I was really hoping that she called. Then I remembered that we’d not exchanged numbers. Not-to-worry, I could always get her number from our mutual friends. Sitting at my desk the following Tuesday, the phone rang. I picked it up and a woman said, “I’m in the market for some pre-cum. Would you be able to help me with that,” she asked? “Yes, Linda. I can absolutely help you with that. I’m in a meeting with my boss right now, may I return you call,” I asked. “What’s your number?” I jotted down the number and promised to call her back shortly. I rushed the remainder of he meeting with my boss. As he left my office, I picked up the phone and called Linda. She picked up. “Hello, Linda. What can I do to help you,” I asked? I was sure she could hear the smirk in my voice. “Perhaps I could offer you dinner tonight.” “No dinner. I told you I was horny not hungry. Do you have any offers that don’t involve food?” “Perhaps I could come to your place and we could start with my pre-cum and take it all the way to post cum,” I said. “Take down my address. Let’s say seven,” she said. She proceeded to give me her address whi

Hal’s Woman with “Dick-Sucking-Lips”Dirk has a stimulating encounter with a friend’s wife. By Original Aramis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dirk was halfway through another of his wandering road trips, this time to see an old biker buddy of his who had moved two states away when he was transferred by his company. Dirk had known Hal Jenkins since high school; he was one of the few people that Dirk got along with, and they had been friends ever since. When Hal got into motorcycles Dirk had approached him about joining the MC, but Hal said he just wasn’t into it so he didn’t. That didn’t matter to Dirk as Hal was a true biker in every sense of the word, and the two of them had gone through some pretty interesting times and some pretty interesting women before Hal was transferred. When Hal called Dirk about six months ago to invite him to his wedding, you could have knocked Dirk over with a feather. Hal was the last person besides himself that Dirk would have ever thought would get married, but Hal told Dirk that his fiancé, Renee, was ‘the woman of my dreams in every possible way’ and that he wanted to marry her 'before she wises up!’ Dirk was unable to make the wedding since it was scheduled for the following week – Hal never was one for planning things out which is one reason Dirk never thought he would ever get married – but they had planned instead on Dirk riding out to see him and staying for a few days.  The earliest Hal’s schedule at work would let that happen was six months away, but the time had finally passed and now Dirk was sitting in Hal’s man cave (his garage) with their bikes parked in the driveway, cooling off after a long day’s ride. It was the afternoon of the last day of Dirk’s two-day visit, and they had made the best of it. They were sitting in a couple of foldable camp chairs enjoying a couple of cold bottles of beer with Dirk still wearing his colors, talking about anything and everything, just enjoying life and each other’s company. “So whattaya think about my ol’ lady, Dirk?” Hal asked, grinning at him over his beer bottle. “She’s really something, ain’t she?” “Yes, she most certainly is!” Dirk replied, nodding as he spoke. When he had met Renee upon his arrival, to say he was stunned would have been the understatement of the year. The best way to describe Renee was to say that she was what everyone thought about when they thought of the term 'biker chick.’ Renee was about five feet five inches tall and around 115 pounds, Dirk would have guessed, with just enough meat on her bones to make her look really good. Dirk also would have guessed that at least eight pounds of that would have been breast meat, because Renee had a simply magnificent pair of tits. Full and round with just the right amount of sag to make them wobble inside the white halter top she was wearing when he first saw her, they were truly a sight to behold. The halter top was showing about a mile of cleavage, something which Dirk appreciated very much, and was a perfect match for the low-slung faded jeans she was wearing. The jeans were skintight until they reached her knees and then flared out just enough to give her a retro '60s hippie kind of look. Her waist was tapered and her stomach was flat, and while not as firm as a young girl’s it was still firm enough to be very enticing. The faux diamond that hung from her navel only added to the look. And to top it all off, Renee had the blackest hair Dirk had ever seen, wavy and long, going down past her shoulders nearly to the middle of her back. Her hair was very thick as well, so Dirk imagined that she had either some Italian or Middle Eastern blood in her veins. The only thing missing from Renee having a complete 'biker chick’ look was a tattoo or two, and when she turned to walk away from him Dirk saw not only a rounded, firm ass that swayed enticingly as she walked but a butterfly 'tramp stamp’ peeking out from above the waistband her jeans as well. But the thing that drew Di

Adventures of Dirk: An Oceanside Bikers Gathering part 1Dirk finds his favorite place on earth, and a House Mouse to ride him. By Original Aramis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The day was bright and clear without a cloud in the sky, the weather was warm without being hot, and there was little if any wind. Traffic was minimal at best, and this enabled Dirk to relax as he rode his Harley down the highway at 70MPH, a black duffel bag full of his clothing and gear strapped across the rear seat. Riding his bike in conditions like this was one of the things that Dirk loved most in the world, and like most bikers this was a kind of therapy for him that couldn’t be found anywhere else. Whenever life’s concerns and distractions got to be too much for him, Dirk would fire up the bike and hit the road, not going anywhere in particular but just going until either the bike needed gas or he needed food, or both. But today was different. Dirk was travelling with a destination in mind, specifically the clubhouse of one of his MC’s charters that was in the neighboring state. They were celebrating their 10th anniversary and had planned a monster party, one that Dirk wouldn’t have missed for the world. The charter was also located in his favorite beach resort town where his favorite beach resort hotel, “The Windjammer,” was located, so there was no way he wasn’t going to make this party. He had already made his reservation at the hotel, although he knew he’d most likely end up spending the majority of the night at the clubhouse enjoying the party and the hospitality of the club. He’d had several invites from club members to stay at their house, but Dirk politely declined them all. As much as he loved the members of his club he always felt a little out of place when he stayed overnight with one of them, and preferred the privacy of his own hotel suite instead. Besides, if he got lucky with one of the many girls he knew were going to be at the party, he wanted a place to go where he could be assured of privacy and comfort. It was late in the afternoon when Dirk pulled into the parking lot of “The Windjammer,” having been on the road for a little more than eight hours. He was achy and tired from the ride, needing both a shower and a drink in the worst way. He pulled his bike up under the awning of the main entrance to the hotel and dropped the kickstand, his loud pipes turning every head within ear shot. He drew a few disgusted looks from some of the snootier patrons when they saw his colors and his long hair, but he truly didn’t give a shit. He was worth more than most of them on his worst day, so he really couldn’t care less about their opinion. He shut down the engine and got off, stretching for a moment before going into the hotel and checking in. He came back out with a card key for his room less than three minutes later, then got back onto his bike to move it into the parking lot. Once there he shut the bike down, locked the ignition and the forks, unstrapped the duffel bag and headed up to his room. The room was located on the 22nd floor of the hotel and had a magnificent view of the ocean. As soon as Dirk got into the room he dropped his bag on the bed and went out onto the balcony, standing there and looking out at the ocean. He smiled as he smelled the salt air and felt the ocean breeze on his face, then closed his eyes and just listened to the sound of the waves and the water for several long moments. Then he opened his eyes and looked up and down the beach, still smiling. “This is my favorite place in the whole world!” he said out loud to himself, his smile getting bigger. It was late in the day on Saturday so the beach was packed with tourists, but this didn’t bother him. He wasn’t there to go out on the beach this trip, he was there to party and have a good time, so the crowd of people on the beach wasn’t important. He stood there for a few moments longer, then turned and went back into the room to shower and change. He t

Adventures of Dirk: The Celebrity Damsel In Distress Dirk encounters a stranded motorist who looks very familiar. By Original Aramis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was a simply beautiful day, just perfect for riding; bright sunlight, clear sky, not too hot, no wind to speak of, absolutely perfect. Dirk had been on the road riding with his club since early morning, and now it was very late in the afternoon, and he was headed home.  He had spent the last two hours at the clubhouse with his brothers, having a few cold ones after a long and enjoyable day on the road, and now he was heading for his house with the sun setting behind him. The brotherhood of his club and the pleasure of riding the roads with them was the reason he joined the club in the first place, and he was already looking forward to the next ride with them. He was riding down a back road that was far enough off the main track that it wasn’t used all that often, and it was one of his favorite roads to ride for just that reason. People driving cars, or “cagers” as they were known in the biker world, were the single biggest threat to anyone on a motorcycle, and Dirk avoided heavily traveled roads whenever he could. He was just rounding a bend in the road when he saw a car pulled off to the side of the road with what appeared to be a woman standing next to it, looking down at the right front tire which was flat. He slowed his bike and then pulled off the road, parking behind the car, a fairly new black Mustang convertible. The woman, a tall blonde wearing a gold sleeveless blouse, black slacks and flats, looked at him with apprehension as he got off the bike and walked over to her. No doubt she was sizing him up, just as he was doing the same to her. She was a stunner, to be sure, and from what Dirk could see beneath the form-fitting top and slacks she was wearing she had a body to die for. Dirk guessed that she was about 50 years old or so, but she certainly didn’t look it either in her face or her body. Dirk was a boob man, always had been and always would be, and the woman standing next to the car certainly filled the bill. While not huge her boobs were big, bigger than average, which pleased Dirk to no end. And from what he could see beneath the fairly tight top and snug slacks she was wearing this woman was a very fit and trim 50. He could tell she was apprehensive because he had ridden up on a Harley and was wearing the colors of an MC; Dirk had encountered this before and knew how to handle it. His boots crunched in the gravel as he walked up to the car, stopping at the trunk to keep some space between them until she was sure he wasn’t going to attack her. She turned to face him as he stopped. “You need some help, ma'am?” he asked, putting his hand on the trunk of the car. Dirk could see some of the apprehension leave her face when he used the word ‘ma'am,’ which was exactly his intention. “Yes, I do!” she said, giving him a nervous smile. “As you can see I’ve got a flat, and I have no idea of how to change a tire!” “Do you have road hazard on your car insurance?” he asked. “If you have that you can call for a tow truck, and the driver will change your tire for you at no charge,” he said. “Yes, I do, but they always take so goddamn long to get here!” she said, her smile broadening just a bit as she became more comfortable with him. “And I really don’t feel like standing out here on the side of the road way out in Bumfuck Egypt while I’m waiting for the tow truck to get here!” She put her hand to her mouth and paused for a moment before continuing. “I’m sorry, I always curse whenever I get nervous or upset, and right now I’m a little bit of both.” “No need to be nervous, ma'am, all bikers aren’t like what you see on TV,” he said, trying to reassure you. “Most of us aren’t, actually, so don’t let the colors fool you. Now would you like me to change your tire for you?” he asked, and her face immediately brightened. “You’d do that for me? For some st

Adventures of Dirk: The Cuckhold’s Wife Dirk has an encounter with his neighbor’s wife. By Original Aramis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dirk was standing in his garage next to his bike, a cold bottle of beer in his hand, taking a break from working on it. He was looking out of the open door of his garage and across the street, watching his new neighbors as they were talking in their driveway, standing next to their two cars.  They’d moved in about a month ago and Dirk hadn’t had the chance to talk to either one of them, but he had a feeling from what he’d seen so far that he wasn’t going to like the guy very much. And he wasn’t so sure about the woman, either. “This guy’s pussy-whipped if I’ve ever seen it!” Dirk said out loud to himself as he watched the woman clearly giving directions to her husband. She was very animated, and both the expression on her face and the gestures of her arms and hands told Dirk everything he needed to know about her – or so he thought. She was obviously the one wearing the pants in the family, and Dirk didn’t know whether to dislike the husband or pity him. Either way, Dirk was just glad he wasn’t him despite what the wife looked like. The woman was a stunner, a real sexpot, no doubt about it. Blond hair, a pretty face, tall and slender, long legs that went all the way up to a fantastically rounded and firm ass, and a set of simply killer big tits that stood out proudly from her chest like a pair of twin torpedoes. She was wearing a yellow halter top and a pair of skin-tight white chino pants that sat low on her hips and showed just about everything. Dirk was impressed by her flat, firm stomach, and was that a diamond piercing he saw glinting from her navel? Dirk wondered how many hours in the gym it took to get and keep a body like that, and the thought of her in a skin-tight workout outfit made him smile. A pair of black spiked heels that must have been about 4 inches tall completed her outfit. The husband was “Joe Average,” about six feet tall, maybe 180 pounds soaking wet, with brunette hair kept fairly short, a “regular” build (if there was such a thing), and black plastic framed glasses. There was absolutely nothing remarkable about him at all, and Dirk couldn’t help but wonder how he had managed to land a woman such as the one he was looking at. Dirk took another pull from his beer as he watched the conversation unfold, admiring the way her big tits moved inside her halter top. “God, I’d love to see those things naked!” he said out loud, smiling to himself. The conversation ended with the woman giving the man a peck on the cheek, after which he got into his car and drove away. The woman waved at her husband as he drove off, then looked up and saw Dirk standing in the shadows of his garage. She smiled and waved at him, and Dirk lifted the beer up in return. Then she turned and went into the house, and Dirk went back to working on his bike. It was only about ten minutes later when he heard a female voice from the open garage doorway behind him. “Nice bike!” the voice said, and Dirk turned around to see who it was, still squatting down next to his bike. He was surprised to see the woman from across the street standing there smiling at him. “What is it?” she asked, crossing her arms beneath her mammoth tits, cocking her hips as she put one foot out to the side. Dirk stood up and faced her, pulling a shop rag out of his back pocket and wiping his hands with it as he replied. “It’s a Harley, 2003 Heritage Softail Classic,” he replied, his guard up. “The 100th Anniversary Edition, actually, best bike I’ve ever owned.” “That explains why you’ve had it for 17 years, I guess,” she said, smiling at him like the cat who was about to eat the canary. “Exactly,” Dirk replied, sitting back on the seat of his bike. “The new bikes are nice and all, but they’re too complicated for me, too much electronic shit that can go wrong and fuck up your ride. This one is simple, classic, and does what I

Adventures of Dirk: Restoring a Tiger (Part 2) Dirk provides sex therapy insights. By Original Aramis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. (be sure to catch part 1, before continuing this episode) The look in her eyes had changed from timid to tigress, and Dirk was now her prey. She rose up on her knees and lunged at him, grabbing his cock and shoving her mouth down on it. Then she grabbed him by the hips and pushed her head forward, shoving his entire cock as deep into her mouth as she could. She held it there for just a moment, then started sliding her mouth up and down his shaft like a woman possessed, twisting his jeans in her fists as she tightened her grip on them for support. She sucked him hard, fast and deep, her hair and the spit flying. Dirk looked down in amazement, his body rocking back and forth from the effort she was putting into sucking his cock. He watched her go at him for a full minute before she finally slid her mouth from his cock, looking up at him with shiny, watery eyes and a big smile on her face as she spoke. “God, I love sucking your cock!” she exclaimed, panting for breath. She looked at him for just a moment more, then slid her mouth back onto his shaft and went back to work. She grabbed Dirk’s hands and put them on the sides of her head, and Dirk got the message. He grabbed her by the hair and face-fucked her again, harder and faster this time, and her muffled cries of passion told him that he was doing exactly what she wanted. She braced herself with her hands on the front of his thighs as he shoved her mouth up and down on his cock, then reached down with one hand and started fingering her pussy. She moaned and cried out as she touched herself, and it was only a matter of moments before she came. She came hard, her body shivering as her orgasm exploded inside her, a muffled cry coming from her mouth full of Dirk’s cock, and she squeezed her eyes closed in reaction to the intensity of her orgasm. She gripped his jeans hard in one hand as she furiously worked her pussy with the other, keeping Dirk’s cock in her mouth as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. It was over as fast as it had started, and Dirk released her hair from his hands as she fell back onto her haunches. The scent of her musk filled the room, and Dirk could see that her pink panties were absolutely soaked with her juices. She looked up at him, gasping and panting for breath, her mouth hanging open, saliva dripping from her chin onto her cleavage. She was giving him the same look as before, telling him that she wasn’t done with him just yet. “I want that cock inside me!” she panted, looking up at him from beneath her brows once more. The look of pure lust was burning brightly in her eyes with an intensity that Dirk had never seen before in any woman. “I need that cock inside me!” she said, lunging up and grabbing Dirk’s jeans with both hands. She yanked them down around his knees, then grabbed his boxers by the sides of the fly and ripped them wide open, literally tearing them from his hips. ‘Holy shit!’ Dirk thought as she looked up at him, a lustful smile on her face. She jumped to her feet and immediately wrapped her arms around Dirk’s neck and kissed him, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth and grinding her entire body against his. Dirk could feel the heat of her pussy against him, and his cock throbbed as it was trapped between them. He put his arms around her and held her tight, kissing her back. She moved as they kissed, turning him so his back was to the bed and then stepping towards the bed until the back of his knees were touching the mattress. With his jeans and ripped boxers around his lower legs Dirk had to shuffle, but he managed to move without falling over. Stephanie broke off the kiss, and then put her hands on Dirk’s chest and shoved him backwards. He fell back onto the bed, his lower legs hanging off the side, and watched in amazement as Stephanie ripped her panties from her hips and tossed them aside.