Jessica, my wife of 15 years, is the most beautiful and exciting creature on the planet. She is 5' 7", part Asian with long black hair; she looks like a hotter version of Catherin Zeta Jones in her prime. Where Zeta and any other woman can't hold a candle to mine is not only is Jessica the most supportive, creative, and loving wife in history, but she has almost zero limits sexually, so far as I can tell. I'm Steve, the luckiest guy on the planet, and somewhere between a cuck and a stag.
This is a story I wrote after being able to witness one of her early adventures. We worked for the same company and had started a secret liaison that quickly became a blazing fire. She was clear early on that she was in love with me and wanted us to marry. I was in love with her, no doubt, but I hated the idea of being hooked into marriage, even with someone so great. Anyway, we were in Omaha for a big office event, and we had about two days of meetings when we hit the wall and had to do something different. So here is what happened.
Bored from the corporate meetings, you and I make a plan to sneak out and find some fun. Holding the keys to my rental car, I pull you towards me, saying not a word; we kiss deeply, and then I pull you with me as I head to the elevators to exit the building.
We soon find ourselves driving down a darkened back road somewhere you do not recognize. In the distance are the only lights we have seen for nearly an hour. Approaching, we see that it is a bar, and from what I see in the parking lot, it strikes me as a good place for us to stop.
Walking in, we discover that the crowd is a hardcore biker gang, both men and women. I look at you, and you nod without our having to speak words. We approach the pool table and challenge a couple of the bigger mugs to a small wager for a game. The game is uneventful as I tear them up. Angry at having to pay, the bigger of the two approaches and gets in my face. However, he can tell by my demeanor that there is no backing down. Instead, he issues a different challenge. He points to three very hot biker girls sitting at the counter and offers them in exchange for you if we can win another game. Mistakenly confident you agree to the terms. I tank the game.