I sat up and wiggled out of my pants and cotton panties, as The Biker laid backward. I felt wicked as I laid down, fully naked on his fully clothed body. Face to face, I kissed him, holding his face in my hands. He moaned and the vibration of his sound on my lips made me smile. I licked his lips and kissed his nose. I attacked his mouth, again. Our hands moved along each other's bodies, searching. He rubbed me, squeezed me, and fingered me. I groaned and I felt myself getting so wet. He pushed his long fingers into me and stroked me. I groaned again and arched my back so I could look at him. In my mind I visualized his fingers moving in and out of my cunt, appearing shiny and slick.

I had to have him, NOW!

I grabbed his shirt and ripped open the placket, buttons flying all over the deck. He looked shocked and totally thrilled at the same time. I leaned to his chest and sucked on his nipples. My husband was aroused and amused until I bit at the side of his chest, leaving teeth marks. I topped long enough to unbutton his pants and yank them off in about 6 seconds. His cock was standing at attention, as if it was just waiting for me to grip it tight. And I did.

In between his moans he asked, "What has gotten into you?"

Instead of answering I got right to the pleasure of sucking his cock. A highly rewarding activity for me. I slid the tip of his cock into my mouth and sucked him in. I deep throated him for as long as I could without suffocating or choking and then started to lick him.

The Biker smiled at me as I looked up innocently at him. Then I took his smooth balls into my mouth, slurping, moaning, and making him very, very wet with my saliva. I was such a bad girl. Just what I wanted to be. A whore. His whore.

Sliding his hand into my hair, he pulled me from his cock, then pushed me down on my back, spreading my legs. Between them, he licked my clit and sucked my lips into his mouth. He pulled hard on my lips and then thrust his tongue inside my pussy. Incredible, just incredible. He rubbed my clit roughly with his tongue and then so softly that I could barely make out what he was doing to me. His arousing pattern made me insane. He slid one finger into my juicy cunt, then a second, then a third finger. His touch felt new every time.

I was grinding myself against his hand as I attempted to get some sort of leverage. There was none on the deck. I listened to The Biker making licking, slurping noises that made me more wet. He came up and kneeled between my thighs.

Smiling down at me he told me he loved me and slowly, The Biker pushed his hard, thick cock inside me. Did I say slowly? So slowly in fact he entered me what felt like an inch a minute. Considering how big he is, I knew it was going to take too long. How did he have the willpower to do that, when all I wanted was him to fuck me, filling me up. I whimpered and tried to thrust my hips toward him, but he would not let me. His powerful hands gripped my hips and held me in place.

I gave up and let him do what he wanted. He could feel me capitulate and he eased his grip on my hips and reached for my tit, massaging and pinching my nipples. I leaned back onto the hard deck and closed my eyes. It was wonderful for my husband to take so much time with my body. He took the time to feel every undulation of my cunt. To listen to my body. To listen to my heart.

I gave his cock a squeeze with my saturated cunt and it was his turn shutter. I held on.